"Fine, I'll just consider it as being bitten by a dog."
Huo Zun tugged at the corner of his lips, gazing at the woman before him. A dark light flickered in his blue eyes, so quickly that Hua Nuan couldn't catch it. The next moment, the man's thin lips fell onto the woman's cherry blossom-like red lips.
Gu Mochen merely tugged at the corners of his lips and then sat inside the car.
...
A French kiss.
Romantic, lingering...
A visual impact and enjoyment for the beholder.
Jian Ran pursed her lips, wanting to take a few more glances, but her whole self was pulled into Gu Mochen's embrace.
"Don't look."
Jian Ran: "..."
So fierce.
Jian Ran looked at Gu Mochen with a rather ferocious demeanor, pouting her lips, then snuggled into his arms, her peripheral view catching the overlapping figures outside the window.
Both of them wore white clothes; the man was tall and slender, while the woman was petite, like a delicate cherry blossom.
