333: Lingering Deep Kiss

Lingering Deep Kiss

Pressing on to her supple lip flaps, he breathed, "I miss you."2

His kiss, which was unusually tender and loving, was akin to poison that no woman could fight.

It seemed to seep through her very bone and numb all her senses.

This was when she tried resisting meekly.

He circled his arms around her waist and pressed her back toward one side of the sofa as he slowly leaned over.

Before she could find a chance to back off, she found his soft lips covering hers once more.

The kiss this time was not as aggressive as before. His lips, which felt cool at first, started to gain a bit of temperature under her warmth.

His deep kiss filled her entire oral cavity.

He was no longer contented with superficial enjoyment. When it came to her, he was always eager for more. She was like a mysterious treasure that enticed him to explore further.

The man's body was starting to bear down heavily on her. She, with her thin frame, was naturally unable to handle the weight for long and tried to push him away with her small hands.

Forcefully, with her lips tightly clenched, she cut off his advances.

He reached out his fingertips and pinched her chin hard. The feeling of pain instinctively made her react, and unconsciously, she conceded to him by opening her mouth.

His fresh breath barged into her sweet mouth, and she was invaded once more.

The offensive was gradually launched. Her beauty and goodness were ineffable.

The man held her nape with his palm. His long fingers ran through her hair, and suddenly, his kiss turned ferocious. He was so aroused he almost wished he could integrate her into him—

—Pom, pom, pom!

Someone rapped their knuckles on the door all of a sudden.

Her heavy eyes opened wide and she was instantly awake.

Her passing sanity returned with a start. Abruptly, she turned her head in the direction of the woman's voice. "Shishi, are you in there?"

It was her coursemate outside the door. Jiang Yutong, now 23, had ventured out on her own in the capital during her teens. She was a newcomer with relatively good potential. After working hard for the last few years, she finally won a chance to sign a contract with Huanyu by obtaining excellent results from this training course.

Without waiting for a reply, the woman tried to turn the door knob and enter the room, but it would not barge.

"Shishi, I forgot my coat in your resting room. I'd like to retrieve it!

"Are you in there? Why is the door locked?"

Inside the room, the air was still charged with heat and seduction. It seemed to be isolated from the commotion outside the door.

She, who was starting to feel nervous, pushed the man leaning on her away. He did not show any reaction and pretty much ignored the disturbance outside.

His indifference agitated her further.

"Mu Yazhe, stop…"

He gave a roguish grin. "What to do? I can't stop."

She struggled to turn around but was trapped in his tyrannical arms. He licked her earlobe and breathed, "Get her to leave."

"Yun Shishi, are you in there?" The person outside the door was starting to get impatient.

His wicked eyes dangerously narrowed into sharp darts.

She watched him fearfully and exclaimed in a hurry, "I-I am not free right now!"

She immediately regretted saying that once the words left her lips, for her voice was dazed and quivering; it was akin to a repressive mourning.

It was so shameful!

"Shishi, you sound weird. Are you sick?"

She quickly replied, "No…"

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