The man's deep gaze fell on her lips, her pink lips covered with white milk, looking like blatant temptation.
He took a deep breath, the temperature in his eyes instantly ascending.
A trace of a wicked smile appeared on his lips: "Alright, I won't use my hands, only my mouth... you have milk on your lips..." He finished speaking and lowered his head, moving closer to her face. By the time Xia Xiaonuan realized what he was doing, she was completely frozen.
He licked the milk clean off her lips. A tingling sensation spread over her lips, making Xia Xiaonuan's entire body tremble. She tried to turn her face away, but her head was pressed firmly by a large hand, and his lips had already fiercely covered hers.
Her mouth was filled with the fragrance of milk, his lips carried a light coffee scent, the mixed aroma gradually warmed up between them.
