His kiss landed on her lips domineeringly.
Terrified, Meng Tingting didn't dare to move. She recalled their last encounter when he had merely kissed her gently once and then stopped.
It must be like being bitten by a dog!
Having experienced it once, the second time wasn't as terrifying.
She simply thought this way. To her surprise, Ling Xiche continued kissing her without pulling away.
He was like chewing gum: once attached, hard to get rid of.
He kissed her... her soft lips...
She knew he wasn't a child; with his experience with women, she wasn't surprised by his skillful kissing technique.
It was her mistake, having thought of him as an innocent young boy owing to his loss of memory.
Meng Tingting was somewhat at a loss by his kiss. In the five years of her marriage to Ou Yize, he'd never touched her but treated her more like a family member.
The only other kiss she'd had was with Jiang Feng.