Peerless beauty certainly moves the heart, but what moves it more is this enduring purity, serene temperament, tempered by the years. Instead of being turned to shards of glass in the great dye vat of society, it has been refined to become even more pure.
"Hey, hey, hey, don't be lazy now, it's only been 10 seconds, and you're already giving up?" Leng Yunlin looked down at his watch in shock.
Ten seconds, what the heck?
Are there "kissing championships" where couples finish in just ten seconds?
But this time, Yu Zexiao ignored him and turned back to kiss Jian Anning again.
The earlier touch was like a bee tasting the flavor of nectar, but this time, it was like a worker bee diligently collecting fresh nectar. He gently clasped her upper lip, savoring it slowly, like biting into a large, round purple grape, trying to pierce her thin, tender skin to suck the full and fresh juice inside. Then, he lightly grazed her teeth, like an ancient general inspecting the troops.
