Li Jin's POV
I rolled over and looked at Yun He's face. I can't stop thinking about the softness and warmth that filled my nose and head a while ago.
She might be sweaty from practicing her martial arts, but I admit that it doesn't make her less of a woman.
She also has a bouncy chest. I have close contact with that.
"What are you doing, master?" she softly asks, panicking.
That is normal, especially since I'm drunk and was sulking a while ago.
I claimed her lips. I saw how her eyes dilated in surprise. I slowly brushed my lips ran my finger in my palm and intertwined them after.
She accidentally opens her lips, giving me access. The wine we had had was evident, and yet I could recognize the taste of her saliva.
"Master, this is wrong—ump!" she protests when she gets the chance.
I might be drunk, but her warmth and this sweet kiss are making me sober. She breathed heavily when I stopped.
