At last, it was Xia Weiyi who broke the silence, "Ye Che... Why have you come here? I have classes tomorrow. You should go back and rest."
Before Xia Weiyi's voice had faded, the word '吧' in her mouth instantly transformed into a prolonged and lingering 'mmh—'. Her lips were abruptly and dominantly sealed by Ye Che without any warning.
His lips trembled slightly, exploring along her slightly parted lips, to the tip of her tongue, licking lightly at first, then deeper, sucking and tasting, the intense warmth in front of his chest nearly scorching Xia Weiyi's slightly cool skin.
When she came back to her senses, she realized her breath was almost entirely swept away by him, and then, like someone about to drown, she felt utterly drained.
But just when Ye Che was deeply engrossed in the kiss, he suddenly let go of the little woman in his arms, his slightly drunken gaze shimmering with a bewildering and sexy light.
