She didn't mind this kiss lasting a bit longer.
Pei Yibai nibbled her lips gently, teasing in a nonchalant tone, "No rush." He could always change the flight tickets.
This little temptress was so annoyingly endearing.
The kiss lasted for a minute before Pei Yibai had to let go of Song Weiyi.
"Can't continue, otherwise, I probably won't be able to leave today," Pei Yibai said with his forehead against the little woman's face, his tone holding a hint of gritted teeth.
"Then, put me down," Song Weiyi's cheeks were red as a monkey's bottom.
Being held in Pei Yibai's arms in such an ambiguous pose, she felt the rising force on his body pressing against her legs, making Song Weiyi overwhelmingly shy.
This was Song Weiyi's first encounter with such a situation; beyond shyness, she was mostly curious, wondering what that thing under his clothes looked like.
"Not letting go, don't want to let go."
