Lu Jingyan paused for a moment, instantly grasping the hidden meaning in his words.
Her ears were blazing red, and she kept her eyes closed, not daring to move.
Sheng Xian held the thumb against her neck, occasionally grazing the blood vessels on her neck, his tongue tracing the shape of her lips several times, before slowly prying them open, inch by inch, and delving inside.
Lu Jingyan's body trembled slightly, unable to withstand the sensation, her fingers clenching down on his shoulder.
His tongue, carrying a scorching temperature, gently and leisurely licked over her lips and teeth.
His breathing became heavier, interspersed with the occasional ambiguous sounds of kissing, which, without the background music of the television, was especially clear in the room.
Lu Jingyan's legs and waist felt weak from the kissing, and he was reluctant to let her go. When his tongue curled around hers, she couldn't stand it for a moment and tumbled into his embrace.