As she opened her eyes, Gao Zhe was also looking at her, their breaths mingling in an intimate and delicate friction. At such close distance, staring a little longer could lead to blurred vision.
Gao Zhe tentatively kissed her, and she didn't resist, soon deepening the kiss.
Lu Zhenzhen sniffled, almost about to cry. There was a whimper in her voice, and just as Gao Zhe moved away from her lips, that whimper escaped her mouth. His hands paused on her face, then as an act of soothing, his fingers gently and skillfully caressed behind her ear, with reassurance in the gesture.
She felt embarrassed, hooking his neck to pull him down, biting sharply at the corner of his mouth.
Gao Zhe didn't move, letting her bite him. Once she was done, he pinched her chin, found the spot to kiss her, the taste of blood on the corner of his mouth blending entirely into their kiss.
