"The taste leaves something to be desired!"
He pinched her chin, pulling away his lips from hers and made the comment.
Zhuo Jian bit her lip hard, awkwardly lowering her gaze.
His upper body was bare, and if nothing went amiss...
Zhuo Jian averted her eyes from his chest, but her ears turned red discreetly.
Fu Yanye looked at her and then glanced down at the loosely tied towel around his waist. For some reason, a surge of recklessness shot through him, and he looked back at her, staring at her cherry-like lips and called out, "Zhuo Jian!"
"Hmm?"
Her hoarse voice responded, her face turning even redder subsequently.
"Exactly what taste is it?"
"..."
Zhuo Jian, with her face flushed, turned back to him, her chin pinched as she succumbed to another round of kisses he delivered.
It's sweet!
Zhuo Jian thought!
His lips were thin, yet they were so sweet!
The rain outside was getting heavier, even deafening.