Soft, as if carrying the astringent taste of bleach, Su Ziceng's eyelids touched Hang Yishao's long eyelashes.
She was surprised, Hang Yishao actually did not resist. His face was pressed against her cheek, so close that his eyelashes almost poked into her eyes, and he still would not stop. His eyelashes broke Su Ziceng's tears, sour and tingling, Su Ziceng dared not blink, nor breathe.
Two arms were added to her body, carrying the coolness of autumn water, and the fine sweat hair on the bare arms vividly wrapped around Su Ziceng's waist.
Compared to Su Ziceng's rigid posture, Hang Yishao's kissing skills were much more proficient. He quickly turned his passivity into initiative. His tongue, unlike Pello's somewhat gentlemanly one, was reckless, brazen, and unapologetically forceful. Her entire body suddenly tensed, Su Ziceng already felt something was off, if this continued...
