"It seems I need to try again!"
The man's eyes turned sharp, and he hooked his lips into another kiss on her soft ones.
This time, he was gentler than the last, his tenderness stirring emotions.
He seemed to be kissing her with all his heart, with a fiery passion, and Lin Xinlan was completely lost in his kiss, feeling for the first time that kissing could be such a delightful thing.
"How does this one feel?" Rong Shaoze asked, breathing heavily.
Lin Xinlan opened her bemused eyes but did not respond.
She expected her to say it was very nice?
She couldn't say it...
The man did not let her off, pinching her chin as he insisted, "Compared to Qiao Yiyang's kiss, how do you find mine?"
Her gaze cleared instantly; she understood his intention in asking—so he was still bothered by that kiss.
"What? Was his better than mine?" Rong Shaoze frowned slightly, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.
Lin Xinlan opened her mouth but really couldn't utter the words.
