"You're playing with fire!"
Shi Qing flipped over, turning passive into active, using her fragrant lips to invade Jian Ya's small mouth.
However, for some reason, a feeling of repulsion surged within her heart.
The usual romantic allure was absent in this moment.
Instead, a sense of resistance filled the air.
Shi Qing's eyebrows furrowed slightly, her inner thoughts as tumultuous as a stormy sea.
At this moment, Jian Ya began to regain the upper hand, using her tongue to pry open Shi Qing's lips.
In the past, whether it was Jian Ya or Shi Qing, they would start feeling passionate by now.
But at this moment, neither of them felt any emotion.
It felt like mechanically completing a certain action.
It was as if they were missing some emotional catalyst between them.
Even dry wood needs a spark to ignite.
Clearly, what they lacked was that spark.
Shi Qing was bewildered by this change in herself.
This wasn't the first time she had done this with Jian Ya.
