Gu Yixuan lifted her hair with one hand and said playfully, "Don't rush. Things like this are more enjoyable when taken slowly. What's the fun if it ends hastily?"
Mo Ran frowned tightly. To take it slowly? Wouldn't that be tantamount to torturing her?
"Don't frown. You don't look pretty with a frown." The man's fingers soothed her furrowed brow, slowly easing it. He leaned down slowly, and the first kiss landed on her smooth forehead.
Mo Ran closed her eyes, her hands gripping the towel tightly.
The second kiss, light as a feather, fell on her nose, and then her lips. He lingered back and forth, gradually deepening it.
Her breathing became unsteady, and Mo Ran's heart was about to leap out. If she could, she would love to push him away and quickly escape this suffocating place.
