At this moment, Bo Yanchen had accumulated too many emotions in his heart, but his kiss was extraordinarily gentle,
gentle to the point of being almost cautious!
Like a child savoring their favorite pastry, wanting to gulp it down yet not willing to, he patiently tasted it bit by bit.
He resembled a collector admiring a rare treasure, with actions exceptionally tender, for fear that any more force might hurt her.
Tang Nuanning had her eyes closed, her eyelashes trembling lightly.
Bo Yanchen's kisses had always been simple and direct. Today's unexpected gentleness, as clumsy as a first kiss, was even more enticing, more heart-stirring.
Before, it was as though he was using his body to kiss her. Today, it felt like he was using his heart.
Tang Nuanning, nervous, clutched the sides of Bo Yanchen's waist, allowing him to kiss her.
In the bedroom, the amorous atmosphere stirred restlessly, the temperature rising bit by bit, growing hotter and hotter.
