An Lan cast a shy and reproachful glance at Huo Zhanting.
Huo Zhanting lowered his head and kissed her rosy lips precisely. An Lan's pupils suddenly constricted as she felt the firmness of the man's lips, and she gradually sank into the sensation. Her arms encircled Huo Zhanting's neck as she gently responded to his kiss.
Subsequently, Huo Zhanting became even more passionate.
One hand encircled An Lan's waist while the other cradled the back of her head as if he wanted to devour her. An Lan felt like a tiny skiff in a flood, only able to go along with him.
After an unknown amount of time, Huo Zhanting finally released An Lan.
An Lan was kissed until she was somewhat short of breath; her mind went blank, her legs gave way, and she slumped into Huo Zhanting's arms.
