Weilan kissed his lips, softly, not daring to press down, afraid of hurting his wounds.
Lu Hechen also liked this kiss very much. It had been so long, he couldn't remember how long it had been since they kissed like this.
No technique or method, just this kind of roughness, this kind of innocence.
Lu Hechen just liked this kind of Weilan.
It turns out she is so passionate.
It turns out she missed him as much, just a kiss, no need to say much, no detailed explanations required, just like this, he understood.
Her passion, her feelings, have always been given to him alone.
Lu Hechen's heart completely relaxed, and he reached out to gently wrap Weilan's shoulders, deepening their passion.
"Like this, do I need to explain more?" Weilan asked softly, retreating a little.
"No need." Lu Hechen immediately replied in a hoarse voice, "Weilan, it's my fault, I'm petty."
"You are not good." Weilan said.
Lu Hechen froze, feeling a bit awkward.
