As the girl leaned over, the faint scent of bamboo combined with strands of alcohol laced through the cake.
Zhu Yulan was intoxicated, and as she tipped over, her rosy, delicate lips came charging toward Xu Musen.
Taken by surprise.
Xu Musen froze for a second, feeling a touch that was both familiar and foreign.
In fact, Yao Mingyue had already accustomed him to kisses in various forms, so if Zhu Yulan had also planned to make a move, he could have anticipated it.
But it seemed that Zhu Yulan really couldn't control herself, or perhaps this was an unconscious reaction from the moment she started.
Xu Musen was a pure-hearted big boy.
He didn't have much experience with kissing.
An Nuannuan's lips were like jelly, so soft that it felt like they could burst into sweet juice anytime.
Yao Mingyue's were soft yet slightly resilient, perfectly matching and always tempting like red roses.
And Zhu Yulan…
