As long as she was alone with Shen Li, she wanted to hug him, wanted to be so close to him, wanted to kiss him.
In her heart, she already belonged to Shen Li.
Shen Xingchen's kiss—Shen Li had absolutely no way to resist her.
Most crucially, he seemed intoxicated by her closeness as well. He couldn't refuse her softness, couldn't refuse her initiative.
The hand encircling her waist moved up along her back and pushed forward slightly with force, pressing her closer to him, their bodies now tightly against each other.
"Mmm…" Shen Xingchen let out a muffled moan, the sound laced with ambiguity.
Their lips intertwined—Shen Xingchen was soft and sweet, and Shen Li felt possessed.
After a heated kiss, Shen Xingchen touched Shen Li's lips with her fingers, laughed, and said, "Uncle, your lips are all red now."
With one arm around Shen Xingchen's waist and the other brushing her flushed lips, Shen Li sighed helplessly, "What am I supposed to do with you?"
