This kiss made Song Guanchao's brain instantly crash.
It took two or three seconds for Song Guanchao's thoughts to restore.
Her kiss was awkward, as if she had never kissed before, just randomly pressing her lips against his, without even knowing how to use her tongue, leaving him with a mouthful of saliva.
Yet, the saliva was incredibly sweet.
Originally, he didn't have any evil thoughts, but now, stirred by her, he instantly reacted, as if a pillar was erected.
Song Guanchao's wicked fire was raging, but in the end, reason took the upper hand.
He quickly supported Qu Xiangru's shoulder and separated their lips.
No matter how he looked at them, her eyes seemed to have a seductive charm, which Song Guanchao found a bit overwhelming.
Her slightly flushed cheeks were like blushing with rouge, so lovely that he wanted to take a bite.
"Is your brain fried?"
"Your brain's the one that's fried!"
"Not fried, what's gotten into you?"
