Feeling the moist touch on my lips, I glanced down to see Wang Zixin plastered against me, even boldly offering her lips as a sign of "sincerity."
Wang Zixin was a rare gem, unmatched in figure or appearance, as well as her talents—she was among the best in Shangyang. Unlike Zheng Yufei and the others who inherited their family's companies, I learned from Wang Zixin's profile that she had climbed her way up step by step, which meant this woman was tough enough.
But right now, I wasn't in the mood to think too much about it. A beauty had thrown herself into my arms, and I wasn't saintly enough to refuse such an unusual gift.
Her agile tongue teased and explored between my lips and teeth, kindling my nerves. I was lost in the kiss, struggling to break away.
Eventually, I reluctantly parted from Wang Zixin's swollen, cherry-red lips, glistening with a shiny liquid under the sunlight.
