Xie Yanzhi held her, afraid she might fall: "Xixi..."
"Don't waste time!"
Lu Nianxi finished speaking and proactively kissed him.
During the days they returned home, they could hardly make eye contact enough to be considered a close interaction.
Thus, Lu Nianxi asked Xie Yanzhi if he missed her.
How could he not?
Xie Yanzhi held her waist with one hand and clasped the back of her head with the other to deepen the kiss.
The most intimate thing they had done before was just kissing.
Xie Yanzhi's hands were always proper and never roamed.
Lu Nianxi was different.
She was not skilled at kissing before, only knowing how to clumsily endure it.
Now she had improved with practice; she knew how to change breath and had learned to extend her tongue.
Even her hands started to become mischievous.
To say it all started, she had learned these experiences from reading novels.
Indeed, people ought to read more; more knowledge is always beneficial.
"Xixi..."
