Sister Training, Brother Picking Up Girls

Zhao Meijing's head was buzzing, so she closed her eyes and let the other party make the move. Chen Yiming felt a wave of heat wash over him.

His heavy breathing caused hot air to brush past the other party's face, causing her long eyelashes to flutter.

Was it happening? Was it really happening?

Was she going to give away her first kiss, which she had guarded for more than 20 years?

Zhao Meijing's red lips parted slightly, revealing the white teeth underneath. Her entire body was stiff and she could not move.

As a martial arts teacher from a commoner family, she had received a strict education since she was young. After showing a certain level of martial arts talent, she was also diligent and did not dare to relax at all.