"Mmm... Fourth Brother..."
A kiss full of possessiveness landed mercilessly on those red lips, Qin Zhan gently bit the boy's lower lip. The boy let out a pained moan and his lips opened slightly; the young man rudely thrust his tongue in, savoring the sweetness inside while gradually eroding the boy's reason.
Rising slightly, his thin lips, carrying a hint of coolness, kissed the boy's neck, softly rubbing and gently biting. When the kiss fell on the boy's collarbone, his phoenix eyes darkened. If Bi Xia's eyes were open at that moment, he would have seen the crimson-gold color in those phoenix eyes growing richer.
Kissing the prominent collarbone deeply, moving slowly, when he reached the pendant, he lifted it with his tongue, caught it between his thin lips, and then moved to the boy's swollen lips.
