His heart was pounding like crazy, almost jumping out of his chest. The thumping echoed in his ears, and he even had auditory hallucinations of blood rushing through his veins.
Xu Qingyan realized that Pei Muchan's waist was indeed very supple, probably because she had danced before. With a light pinch, his entire hand could cover the side of her waistline.
It wasn't until he tried to take it further that he suddenly felt her tremble. In that instant, he didn't dare continue and withdrew his hand without a trace.
Perhaps feeling unsatisfied, they switched positions.
Pei Muchan continued to kiss him while sitting on his lap, pausing now and then to catch her breath. Kissing for too long could lead to oxygen deprivation, making one weak over time.
After kissing for a while, they parted again. Pei Muchan's eyes were no longer bright, somewhat dull and hazy. Her eyelids half-closed, a stray lock of hair messily sticking to her lips.
