She never knew that Feng Chengjin had such advanced skills, almost burning her skin to the point of melting.
The kiss deepened, until all the oxygen was drawn from Gu Zixuan's lips.
He wandered and lingered, moving from the left side of her nose to the right.
Every touch of passion felt like stirring ripples in a boiling ocean of emotions.
Soon, Gu Zixuan understood why Feng Chengjin did this, because, to not fall, she could only choose to hold onto his neck and shoulders.
And at the tightly pressed door frame, to prevent Feng Chengjin from getting any angrier, she could only be forced to accommodate him, reducing his anger.
The kiss became more chaotic, until she couldn't even tell who was kissing whom.
She only felt her heart beating and her face heating up.
Her entire body blushed a shade of pink.
Feng Chengjin's arms tightened around her waist, seemingly about to lock her in his embrace.
All she could breathe in was the scent of his shirt.
