Nangong Yaoling's eyes were full of passion, almost uncontrollably, he lowered his head and kissed her.
His lips were cool and soft.
Xia Xiaonuan thought she had gotten used to Nangong Yaoling's extremely Western way of greeting her upon meeting — kissing.
Or perhaps, this was Nangong Yaoling's way.
She could only passively let him kiss her, as he nibbled on and bit her lips and tongue, as if he were having a delicious feast.
Every time, she felt somewhat disdainful, yet every time, she was infected by his insatiable "eating manners," feeling a heat rising throughout her body, her cheeks flushing red.
In the end, she always regretted making a certain sound, which only made this man more complacent.
It was unknown how long Nangong Yaoling had kissed her, before he slowly let her go.
If he wasn't afraid of suffocating her, he would have kissed her even longer.
After all, the taste was too marvelous.
He cupped her face, his dark eyes gazing at her flushed cheeks.
