Pain shot through Jian Si's lips, making her wince and inhale sharply. This time, her reaction was quick; with both hands, she pushed against his chest, trying strenuously to push him away.
Lu Youting, however, was immovable like a wall of bronze, his agile tongue prying open her teeth, sweeping into her mouth, entangling with her tender tongue.
"Uh..."
Sensations of numbness raced down her spine like lightning; Jian Si let out an uncomfortable whine, startled by the sudden rush of pleasure.
As he felt her resistance weaken little by little, Lu Youting didn't press his advantage but drew back appropriately. His lips moved from hers to the nape of her neck, his warm breath on her soft skin tantalized her sensitive nerves, leaving her flustered and disoriented.
Ji Mingche, witnessing everything, concealed half his body in the dim light, his eyes dark and face stern, like Shura.