Once he tasted her lips, he couldn't get enough of her and wanted more. Wang Ruo was completely lost as she clumsily responded to his teasings. The poor little sheep had no idea that she had delivered herself right into the wolf's den, not that she minded at all.
The limited contact was no longer enough for Feng Yun, and he pulled her waist in tight. Wang Ruo let out a small gasp as the tongue darted its way inside her mouth and ran wild, running along her gums and trying to coax hers out to play. It wasn't long before her tongue was clumsily responding to the ravishing it received.
Feng Yun relished the taste of her mouth as the kiss deepened. Their tongues continued to dance together like two little fishes for at least a handful of minutes before finally parting.
They were both gasping for breath. Wang Ruo's face was flushed, and her eyes had long turned hazy; she didn't even notice the string of crystalline saliva that still connected their lips.
