The last line of defense was effortlessly breached. Shi Che's gaze darkened, no longer able to restrain himself. He wrapped his arms tightly around Ling Chuxia and pressed his thin lips down.
The moment Shi Che's lips descended, Ling Chuxia felt her entire mind go blank.
His lips were warm and soft, gently pressing down on hers, gradually applying force, savoring her sweetness. Every step was so gentle, gentle to the point that it made her whole body uncontrollably tremble.
They had kissed so many times, but she had never felt such all-encompassing shivers—not out of fear, not out of dread, but an indescribable sensation that made her feel as if she were floating, weightless.
Without meaning to do so, she closed her eyes. The hands that had been resisting against his chest slowly wrapped around his neck, and even, her cherry lips slightly parted as she tentatively returned Shi Che's kiss.
