Jian Anning’s face instantly turned beet red, feeling even more shy and shocked than by her actions just moments before!
This was simply, this was simply too unbelievable!
Yu Zexiao, he actually licked his own finger...
Yu Zexiao’s touch alone was already unbelievable to her, and now, he actually...
He wasn’t just fooling around, he was truly "tasting" her, savoring her flavor!
This extreme change left her almost in a state of stupor!
Yet, Yu Zexiao seemed completely unaware of his own actions, even meticulously licking every trace of her flavor off his fingertips, the palm of his hand, cleaning it all off.
Those dark-as-ink eyes suddenly looked at her. The long lashes, which could make any woman jealous, trembled slightly. His lush and soft lips parted slightly as he said with a husky voice like a chant, "So sweet."
"Zexiao..." She was utterly dumbfounded! Especially seeing his deep, dark pupils staring at her; his expression seemed so "harmless," yet he was doing such a thing!
In the midst of her surprise, his mouth curved slightly into a smile, the corners of his lips subtly lifted, and another phrase, shy enough to make her wish she could crawl into a hole!
"So sweet. Your taste is sweet."
She was on the verge of collapse! She couldn’t believe it—Yu Zexiao, with his feigned innocence, was even more unbearable—more so than his hooliganism!
"Don’t believe me?" He blinked, looking at her innocently, "Why not try it for yourself?"
Before she could speak, he was all over her, quickly covering her lips.
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His kiss, like the monsoon winds of summer seas, swept away all her thoughts and senses in an instant. Even as she retreated, he showed no mercy, slowly relaying the flavor on his tongue to her.
From his tongue indeed came a faint and somewhat unique scent.
This sense of fusion was beyond description! In fact, it was even more shocking than their direct contact!
She closed her eyes, feeling the burning and longing taste, responding to his kiss, gradually immersing herself in waves of sweet bliss, but his kiss grew hotter and hotter, and she could hardly hold on anymore, his breath-taking her own away.
Moreover, in such a public place—indeed, just like a stolen kiss behind the partition, constantly worrying about being discovered—it was an absolutely exhilarating sensation!
It wasn’t until he finally let her go that the coolness of the stone table seeped slowly through her back, sending chills down her spine.
It was already late now, the wee hours of the morning, and they were at the center of the lake, all the mist as chilly as penetrating cold air, making her whole body shiver and contract.
"It won’t be cold in a bit." He said, leaning in gently, using his own body heat to "warm" her.