Su Qinglan tilted her head, her heart fluttering as she pressed her lips against Shi Feng's thin, nervous ones.
For a long moment, the lion king was like a stoic stone statue. He didn't dare move a muscle, his breath held so tight his chest felt like stone.
Tsk! Such an innocent baby, she thought with a fond internal sigh.
She decided to take the lead. She parted her lips, gently capturing his lower lip and sucking softly. She even playfully grazed him with her small fox canines, watching his pupils blow wide through her half-closed lashes.
Shi Feng felt the spark. His instincts finally kicked in, and he clumsily tried to mirror her actions.
But he was a lion, not a house cat. When he tried to tease her lips back with his sharp canines, he misjudged the pressure.
"Hiss!" Su Qinglan pulled back sharply, her hand flying to her mouth. She felt a tiny, stinging puncture on her lip.
