This time, Zhang Jingdong kissed He Jieyu for a full ten minutes before releasing her with satisfaction.
At this moment, besides shyness and joy in He Jieyu's eyes, there was even a hint of allure.
There was no helping it, after all, she had just had her first kiss taken.
And for the vast majority of girls, right after losing their first kiss or that other first, they would be completely enamored with kissing or that other thing for a period of time.
Especially with Zhang Jingdong's kissing skills being so extraordinary, it's no exaggeration to say that in these ten minutes of kissing, the wonderful sensation He Jieyu received was not in the least inferior to what some women feel when they achieve a high that-what during the act.
Zhang Jingdong gazed at her with burning eyes: "He Jieyu, how did it feel this time? Wasn't it even more blissful than the previous kiss?"
He Jieyu first lowered her head in embarrassment, then slowly raised it again.
