Leng Youchen wrapped his large hand around her waist, pulling her behind the white hemisphere, reaching out to remove her mask and glasses, eagerly pressing his thin lips against hers.
Every second he saw her, he wanted to kiss her, as if only a kiss could alleviate the longing that had accumulated for so long.
Kissing her long-desired red lips, he tightly squeezed her waist with his large hand, pulling her body closer, and even closer, every cell in his body trembling for her.
Wei Anning froze for a moment, remembering that this was a public area and someone could come in. She pushed him a bit, her mind erupting in a blank roar.
The two kissed, lost to everything around them, wishing they could give each other the best of themselves.
Leng Youchen was no longer satisfied with lip entanglement; he wanted more, wanted to consume her, but the location didn't allow it. It wasn't until they were both out of breath that he let her go.
