She was shy and somewhat ashamed, a bit helpless, and began kissing Mr. Lu instinctively. These kisses were subtly different from the entanglements between lovers. She was not seeking love but offering up her body, trying to "make a man feel comfortable." Thus, she kissed Mr. Lu, starting from the brow, to the corner of his lips, to his chin, to his neck... It was a kiss of worship, of enchantment, of service. This made her very shy, yet even more fulfilled, for the sensations coming through her lips were like magic, making her more excited with each kiss, leaving her soft, fragrant lip marks on every inch of Mr. Lu's skin.
She could feel that Mr. Lu was satisfied with these kisses flavored with "service," as Mr. Lu's breathing became increasingly heavy and rough, and her lower abdomen distinctly felt a stiffening rod-like object beneath Mr. Lu's trousers, pressing against her tender belly.
