Harry's body froze, and then he responded with more enthusiasm.
His kiss was inexperienced, clumsy, but meticulous and patient with an unbearable fervor.
Harry let go of Qiao Mo's lips and looked at her flushed face and hazy eyes. He gently pecked her lips again and then licked her neck as if he wanted to clean off the other scent on her.
Next was her breasts.
Her abdomen.
Lastly, Harry grabbed both of Qiao Mo's ankles and let her step on his shoulder. Qiao Mo lay there, red-faced and dazed, being obliging.
She did not know what she was going to experience, but now, she was like someone who had drunk too much alcohol. An unexplainable throbbing gushed out from the depths of her heart, making her feel groggy.
In her heart, there seemed to be a voice saying, "Just let it be. Even if it's just once, just let yourself loose with Harry this one time…"