"The kissing game," Li Yifei said these words, his lips already within a few centimeters of Wu Shuwei's soft lips, which was a very close distance. So he finished speaking, and he kissed her.
The wonderful feeling was indescribable, not only the touch of bodies and the overlap of lips but also the communication and entanglement of souls.
Wu Shuwei nervously grabbed Li Yifei's arm, only feeling slightly oxygen-deprived, so much so that her gripping hand involuntarily exerted some force. However, compared to the wonderful kiss, this pain was completely negligible for Li Yifei.
He kissed earnestly, passionately, with his hands holding her waist. Although Wu Shuwei was in her early thirties, her body still felt incredibly good to the touch, slightly fleshy, but not fat, with a mixture of texture and elasticity.
Li Yifei couldn't get enough, and even though there's only a layer of pajamas between them, it still excited him.
