Ye Che no longer knew where to start, his head inching forward tentatively towards Xia Weiyi's face.
He barely moved when he felt his neck softly hooked by a pair of slender wrists, and immediately thereafter, her lips pressed against his own.
Ye Che's movements abruptly came to a halt, his eyes widened.
He gazed at the girl in front of him, her eyes closed, only her eyelashes lightly quivering, her cheeks flushed and dewy, exceptionally tempting and pretty. However, more enticing than her shy, blushing demeanor was her inexperienced kiss.
Such endeavors were always initiated by Ye Che; Xia Weiyi was entirely clueless about seduction.
She could only rely on Ye Che's past advances, mimicking his rhythm, kissing him.
Xia Weiyi extended her tongue and gently touched his slightly dry lips,
like a kitten drinking water, light and slow, tracing the outlines of Ye Che's firmly closed thin lips back and forth.
