Li Qing bent down and captured Yu Lan's delicate, bright red lips with his, his tongue deftly sliding in.
The collision of their tongues and lips was like dry wood meeting a fierce flame, instantly igniting into intensity.
Li Qing was already somewhat restless today, and now, just holding Yu Lan in his arms, he was already standing proudly erect.
He kissed her passionately, his tongue circling inside Yu Lan's mouth, which carried a faint fragrance.
"Qingzi, let's go inside," Yu Lan said with her small face blushing and her voice soft.
Li Qing nodded heavily, hastily closed the door, and pulled Yu Lan by the hand into the main room.
Under the light, the shyness and spring fever in Yu Lan's eyes were as captivating as the twilight's afterglow.
Today, she wore a very ordinary grey dress, pure and simple.
Lacking her usual dignified elegance, she instead radiated the delicate charm of the girl-next-door.
