Xuanyuan Mo Ze was totally shocked. He watched her stand on tiptoe and clasped her hand around his neck. Then she pulled him down and kissed his lips. The soft sensation made him instantly awaken from his stupor. He circled her waist with one hand while the other hand was at the back of her head. He changed his passive stance to a more active one and deepened the kiss.
When she savoured the man's unskilled kiss, she could only laugh inwardly. She guided him to avoid her lips being bitten and bleeding by his kiss.
When Xuanyuan Mo Ze felt her skillful kissing technique, his gaze became profound. He played with her lips and tongue under her lead. He let her go only when he felt that the woman in his arms was limp from his kiss and slumping on his bosom.
Looking at her blushing face and slightly chaotic breath, his deep and husky voice carried an ambiguous and vague meaning. He asked bewilderingly, "Who taught you?"
"What?"
