His upper lip is slightly thin, with a beautifully defined line in the middle. When he's not speaking, it's always curved into a slight smile, as if he's mocking yet it's undeniably captivating. But those rebellious lips just so happen to produce the most enchanting music in the world. So many wonderful notes flow miraculously from these lips, like a spring whose trickling streams finally merge into the profound depths of the ocean.
What began as a gentle kiss somehow developed into something soft and dense with flavor. He gently reached out his hand, cradling her head, as they drew near, pulled apart, and drew near again. Like a woodpecker, the more they kissed, the more intimate it felt.
A phone call suddenly broke the spell, waking them from their dreamlike state. Jian Anning lowered her head slightly to check and saw that the call was from Shen Lanxiao.
