At the moment of making the "pucker" motion.
Xu Pengcheng's brows slightly furrowed, but soon relaxed.
Of course, this relaxation did not reach a complete state of ease, but still maintained a certain vigilance.
[Throat swallowing.]
[The Adam's apple moved up and down quickly in small amplitude.]
[There was no noticeable change in the nostrils and the corners of the mouth.]
[It was swallowing caused by tension, not by rejection.]
The situation was clearly getting better.
Nan Zhubin continued, "When our lips touch this little thing, what is its texture, hardness, and moisture like?"
"Does this sensation match what you initially imagined?"
Again, these sentences were meant to guide thought.
Xu Pengcheng's brows remained still, but beneath his closed eyes, his eyeballs were rapidly moving, causing his eyelashes to tremble.
Nan Zhubin took a deep breath.
The most crucial part was about to begin.
