"Can I have you?"
Yang Cheng leaned closer, his hot breath sprayed on her face.
At some point, he had already wrapped her tightly in his arms. A soothing fragrance drifted into his nose, and the softness of her skin made him reluctant to let go.
"Scoundrel!"
Yun Chan scolded playfully, reaching out to push his chest, but he only held her tighter.
The two of them tangled together, and Yang Cheng lowered his head to capture her soft lips.
"Mmm..."
Yun Chan moaned softly, her eyes widening involuntarily.
As the hidden village chief, she had never been in a relationship, nor even experienced a kiss, and had not expected it to feel like this.
Her lips carried a hint of honey sweetness, and Yang Cheng could not kiss her enough, prying open her teeth with his tongue to explore inside, entangling with her small clove, drawing out the nectar in her mouth.
Gradually, Yun Chan stopped resisting, leaning into his arms, letting him take whatever he wanted.
