Leng Youchen's heart was throbbing uncontrollably as he gazed down at the girl's charming appearance. With both hands cradling her face, he deeply kissed her. Their lips and teeth intertwined, their breaths mingling.
This was the first time the lady had initiated a kiss with him—how could he not be excited?
A surge of emotion brewed in his chest, seemingly on the verge of exploding. Leng Youchen kissed her over and over, wishing he could meld her into his bloodstream, never to be apart again.
It wasn't until both were gasping for air that Leng Youchen released her lips. Looking down at her swollen, reddened lips, his eyes grew darker with lingering desire as he licked them, "My lady, you torment me so."
Wei Anning's mind was a complete mess, utterly confused. She stared blankly at him, her mouth slightly agape, breathing heavily.
Every kiss from him was like making love, her heart threatening to burst out of her chest.
