Lu Jingchen still didn't care, he kissed her cheek lightly, then her chin, and eventually made his way down to her neck and collarbone.
Groggily opening her eyes, Song Qiao widened them suddenly. She didn't know if it was because the man's technique was so adept, or because she lacked experience herself, but she had already begun to breathe unevenly, gasping for air.
"Lu Jingchen... what are you doing? Let me get up first..." Song Qiao's heart tightened, her breath was laced with the scent of alcohol, as she looked at the handsome face before her, her gaze deepening.
Lu Jingchen gripped her chin and lifted it, silencing her objections with a kiss before she could protest. His fervent tongue invaded her mouth, which was still coming to terms with what was happening, and began to savor the sweetness therein.
