"Crap, I can't wear a low neckline again today…"
Jin Zhixiu knitted her brows in distress. The marks on her neck from yesterday still hadn't faded, and today she'd added "fresh wounds." Now she really couldn't show her face.
Luckily it was already winter anyway, so keeping a turtleneck coat on didn't feel too out of place.
She pried Zhou Wang's thigh off her slim waist, and before getting up Jin Zhixiu hesitated for a moment. In the end she still couldn't help it—she brushed her hair aside, then ducked her head and quickly pecked Zhou Wang on the lips.
They'd already done much more intimate things, but that tiny little move still made Jin Zhixiu's face flush again.
Right after the kiss, just as she was about to get up and leave, she felt a big hand wrap around her waist again. Jin Zhixiu's head dipped uncontrollably, and she and Zhou Wang were kissing once more.
"Sss~"
