Yu Lan was just too small.
Su Xingye was over one-ninety in height. His powerful muscles, honed by years on the razor's edge of life and death on the battlefield, could easily envelop the soft female.
He could even lift the female with a single hand.
At that moment, Su Xingye was like a lovesick fool, carefully cupping Yu Lan's small face with both hands, terrified of hurting her.
But in stark contrast to his gentle hold, the man's kiss on her soft, moist, red lips was utterly merciless.
It was as if he wanted to devour the beautiful female whole.
'So fragrant!'
'So fragrant!'
'So fragrant!'
'So soft!'
'So soft!'
'So soft!'
Su Xingye had never tasted such soft lips.
A bundle of softness, plump and full of moisture.
Even sweeter than the softest cotton candy.
Su Xingye was on the verge of becoming completely intoxicated.
When the man suddenly kissed her, Yu Lan's mind went completely blank.
She raised her hand and slapped him squarely across the face.
