Jiang Yilan's lips were soft and warm, and even though Gao Jun had received more than a few voluntary kisses from girls during this time,
the feeling Jiang Yilan gave him was completely different.
It was that kind of shy, unskilled, yet actively cooperative atmosphere.
Gao Jun just liked this kind of innocence.
Some things could be taught.
But they only had value if one hadn't mastered them yet.
At this moment, Jiang Yilan was exactly what Gao Jun had in mind.
He gently caressed Jiang Yilan's face, tracing his hand down to her neck.
Jiang Yilan's breathing became more and more rapid.
In the instant they kissed, her heart felt like a calm lake into which a pebble had been dropped, causing ripples to spread.
She could clearly sense her heart pounding in her ears, almost drowning out all other sounds.
