Although they were sisters, Wu Xue Mei was far less liberal than Wu Xuelan.
Even though they had discussed everything thoroughly, her demeanor still appeared shy, somewhat awkward, like a virgin who had yet to be touched.
If she wouldn't initiate, then it was naturally up to Yang Fan to make the move.
Having been with several women before, Yang Fan was quite skilled at undressing.
He sat down, pulled Wu Xue Mei into his arms, lifted her shirt, and while seeking out those intoxicating curves, he leaned down and kissed her tightly pursed lips.
The moment their lips met, Wu Xue Mei's eyes widened in shock.
Somewhat surprised, somewhat startled.
Perhaps in her plans, she had considered getting intimate with Yang Fan, but not kissing.
In some women's minds, kissing and making love are different matters.
Yang Fan nibbled at Wu Xue Mei's soft lips, his tongue naturally knocking at her teeth.
But the woman remained stiff, biting her teeth tightly, not responding at all.
