Though her breathing was slightly restricted under his weight, Memoria did not push him away. Her arms, originally on his shoulders, naturally wrapped around his neck in a fervent response.
After a long while, until they were both nearly breathless, Leng Xiaoxie finally lifted his face slightly and released her.
Taking a deep breath, he spoke in a low voice.
"Do you have anything to do later?"
She shook her head while gasping.
Hardly catching her breath, his kiss descended once again.
This time, the kiss was deeper and more lingering than before. The hand that was originally on her face audaciously slid down, deftly unbuttoning her uniform.
Realizing his intentions, Memoria reached out to help him undress, tugging but unable to pull it off.
She was wearing a blouse, while he had on a long-sleeve T-shirt, naturally harder to remove.
Leng Xiaoxie's hand came over, grabbed hers, and guided it to the belt.
