They were both novices, and the clumsy deep kiss had a suffocating sensation that came with extreme excitement.
Xie Shang's kiss, like himself, gave you a storm before letting you catch your breath. He would also back down, but only when Wen Changling gasped for air.
He would briefly draw back his aggression, soothing her with gentle kisses. He didn't close his eyes, just watching her, observing how she looked so different than before, seeing the vivid color finally blooming on the corners of her eyes and the tips of her ears.
Then the intermission that teases through layers came to an end, and he continued.
There was a thud as the milk tea fell to the ground.
Wen Changling heard the noise and tugged at Xie Shang's sleeve. He hummed in response, letting go of her and shielding her behind him as he turned to the unperceptive intruder.
Yang Xining stuttered, "You, you—you guys—"
