Lu Jingchen still didn't care, he bent down and kissed her cheeks delicately, then her chin, and finally reached her neck and collarbone.
As she hazily opened her eyes, Song Qiao directly opened her eyes wide. She wasn't sure if it was due to the man's exquisite technique or her lack of experience, but she was already beginning to breathe unsteadily.
"Chu Muchen... what are you doing? Let me get up first..." Song Qiao's heart tightened, her breath fragrant with alcohol, and as she looked at the handsome face before her, her pupils deepened in color.
Lu Jingchen pinched her chin and lifted it, not waiting for her to voice any protest before he bent his head down and kissed her, his hot tongue invading her mouth before she could fully react, drawing out the sweetness within.
