Xiao Chong was exceptionally patient, with the willow tree at his back leaving Lin Wanwan no room to retreat. Her face was lifted up, her body pressed tightly against his, allowing her to feel the firm and well-defined muscles beneath Xiao Chong's thin shirt.
"Open up," Xiao Chong whispered softly, his voice laced with enticing persuasion.
Lin Wanwan hadn't yet comprehended what he meant when his lips suddenly moved to her ear, tickling her so much that she shrunk her neck and exclaimed "Ah!"
Xiao Chong quickly returned, sealing her lips and launching a passionate attack.
Lin Wanwan felt her scalp tingle as if an electric current surged through her spine. Her hands tightly clutched his shirt, leaving her powerless from the kiss.
After a long while, Xiao Chong finally lifted his face, releasing her.
Lin Wanwan's face was flushed, her eyes dazed, eyelashes dotted with moisture, and her rosy lips slightly parted as she took a few rapid breaths.
