Her lips carried a gentle warmth, soft and elastic, with a hint of sweetness.
In the moment their lips met, she embraced him tighter, her breath became hot and hurried, her body trembled slightly, excited and exhilarated.
Just as Song Guanchao was about to extend his tongue, Chen Yirou was ahead of him, slipping her tongue into his mouth, swirling gently.
Then, she suddenly released Song Guanchao.
Yet Song Guanchao had already opened his arms, prepared to pull her into his embrace, but was left hanging in mid-air.
Chen Yirou smiled at him, her expressive eyes seeming to send sparks toward Song Guanchao.
"What are you guys talking about?" Cheng Xiang's voice snapped Song Guanchao back to reality. He quickly stood upright and casually lit a cigarette.
Cheng Xiang didn't notice anything amiss.
When Jiang Yiren came out from the restroom, they headed towards the party school.
On the way back, Song Guanchao's gaze occasionally drifted toward Chen Yirou.
