After the two separated, Song Qiao felt like she had lost all her strength, directly collapsing into Lu Jingchen's embrace. She looked up somewhat dissatisfied at the man in front of her and said, "I'm really suspicious that over the years I've been gone, you've found someone else to practice your kissing techniques."
She was completely overwhelmed by Lu Jingchen's kissing skills; every time after they kissed, she felt as if her whole body had no strength left, and she could clearly feel the changes in the man's body.
It really made her feel like she wanted to find a hole to crawl into.
Lu Jingchen seemed to never get enough of kissing her, leaned down and kissed the corner of her mouth again, then said calmly, "I've been practicing with you in my dreams all these years, does that count?"
Song Qiao's heart ached inexplicably, then she raised her hand and poked his chest, speaking with slight dissatisfaction, "Since when did you become so good at sweet-talking?"
