In an instant, Yao Xingtong's mind went blank.
Oh my God! I... I was unexpectedly kissed by this guy!?
Yao Xingtong's eyes widened, maintaining a shocked expression, as if she hadn't yet come to grips with the sudden development.
Yao Xingtong's lips were very soft and smooth, giving Ye Xuan a first impression like kissing a piece of tofu—extremely comfortable! There was even a pleasant fragrance, reminiscent of the scent of lily petals.
But Ye Xuan knew that this wasn't the taste of any lipstick because Yao Xingtong hadn't put on any today. This was the natural fragrance of her lips—an inherent scent of womanhood!
While Ye Xuan was intoxicated, Yao Xingtong was suffering greatly, experiencing an intense conflict within her heart!
She had never been kissed by a man before, let alone on the mouth. Her instinct reacted in rejection, further magnified by Ye Xuan kissing her without consent, sparking a bit of disgust.
