Chapter Two Hundred and Fifty-Five

Their lips had barely touched when Chu Yu instinctively felt a difference from before; no longer was there a tender grinding, but instead, a hint of aggression emerged between their lips.

A tongue ventured out from beautifully shaped lips, carefully tracing the shape of hers, and after a moment, resolutely pried open her lips, seeking to delve deeper.

Chu Yu clenched her teeth tightly, but Rong Zhi was in no hurry, he leisurely kissed her, his tongue nimbly sweeping over her teeth, teasing her to the brink of biting him in utter irritation before timely retreating, methodically licking and sucking her lips.

Chu Yu felt as if her mind were boiling over, she could think of nothing else, and could only resist instinctively, all sensations seeming to concentrate around her lips and cheeks. With each kiss, flames seemed to spread, even her teeth felt as though they had become sensitive, twitching and itching slightly.