Li Xianyun, as if possessed by some phantom force, did not dodge, the depths of Yelu Yan's stare seemed to posses a magic power, seducing her, drawing her in…
In a moment of distraction, the warm and soft lips of Yelu Yan pressed against hers.
Li Xianyun's breath caught, her body tensing, all her senses focused on the touch of their lips.
She had kissed Yelu Yan not just once or twice, but those kisses mainly happened in her drowsy, muddled states and left little impression.
But this time she was exceptionally clear-headed, clear-headed enough to feel every motion of Yelu Yan's lips.
So this was what kissing was like, it made her heart race, while also wrapping her in an unfamiliar tightness she'd never felt before.
Yelu Yan kissed her gently and, seeing her wide-eyed and at a loss, lifted his head to gaze at her.
A low table separated the two.