In the cramped storage room, the moment Tang Li kissed the man's thin lips, she felt numbness spreading through most of her body. Soon after, her teeth clattered open, the force invading her mouth leaving her struggling for breath.
It wasn't a fierce kiss, but the more deliberate it was, the more she found herself unable to pull away.
At first, Tang Li responded, but later she was completely powerless to resist.
In the darkness, Song Baiyan's hand gradually moved down, travelling to the area below her waist. Even through her jeans, she felt as if she could discern every line on the man's broad palm, caressing her every inch of skin. The temperature on her face rose higher and higher, until at last, she couldn't help wanting to press him against the wall.
After kissing for an undetermined amount of time, Tang Li hurriedly said, "Wait a moment."
As she spoke, she stepped back and took off her loose pullover shirt, then pressed up against him again: "That's how they do it on TV."
