In the room, fragrance met lips, the unskilled kissing technique reminiscent of a bashful girl.
But, as long as Ke Yunan dared, what did Lin Fan have to fear? He directly pried open her teeth with his tongue, and when their tongues intertwined, she couldn't help but start to moan softly.
Clearly feeling the stirred emotions of Ke Yunan in his arms, Lin Fan's hands had already delved into her shirt, touching the silk-smooth skin that involuntarily made her shiver. Her lips remained unparted—she just closed her eyes, desperately kissing back through instinct, heedless of Lin Fan having unfastened her bra and grasped the fullness in his hand.
