Shen Xingchen looked at him and said with a smile, "I know."
After speaking, she kissed him again.
So this is what kissing feels like—Shen Li's lips are so soft, it feels as though she's tasting something delicious.
He smells so nice, too.
The more she thought about it, the bolder Shen Xingchen became. She enjoyed being close to Shen Li, enjoyed kissing him.
Shen Xingchen's delicate teasing left Shen Li completely undone.
The two hands resting on her waist gradually slipped out of his control.
As Shen Li retreated step by step, Shen Xingchen advanced inch by inch.
Their passionate kiss deepened; Shen Xingchen's arms encircled Shen Li's neck, then instinctively moved to his collar, stealthily undoing his buttons.
In the past, even if she had borrowed some courage, Shen Xingchen wouldn't have dared to touch Shen Li's clothes. But his indulgence these last few days, his gentle hands resting on her waist, the undercurrent he couldn't hide—these made Shen Xingchen fearless.
