Thinking of how he just kissed her face, she feels her face warm.
"What counts as a kiss?"
Han Luoqi lifts his head, smiling as he leans over and presses a kiss to her face, "Does this count as a kiss?"
After he speaks, he lightly kisses her lips, "Or does this count as a kiss? Or..."
Han Luoqi suddenly gives a mischievous smile, a smile that makes Zhuang Xuejun a bit startled.
She instinctively feels something bad is about to happen, and she turns to leave.
But Han Luoqi pulls her back, holding her face with both hands, and kisses her lips.
Gently tracing the shape of her lips, slowly going deeper.
Zhuang Xuejun is shocked, her eyes widen suddenly.
Han Luoqi places one hand over her eyes, covering them.
He continues going deeper.
To be honest, this is their first real kiss.
That night was wild, but not a pleasant memory.
He was drunk, didn't know anything, only knew how to take, while she was struggling all the time, in pain.
Even the kiss was forced.
