Lu Man was holding onto her breath really hard. Her lips parted as she breathed heavily, trying to catch her breath, but Han Zhouli seized the opportunity and closed in once again, not letting go any inch of her lips.
Gradually, Lu Man lost all her strength. Her hands held onto his shoulders limply.
Thankfully, Han Zhuoli was still holding onto her. When he released his lips, even Han Zhuoli's breath was a little rushed and heavy.
Those beautiful thin lips were now a little fuller and plumper, and the sweet fruity fragrance of her lip gloss clinging onto his lips, making his lips looked so soft and so tender.
Lu Man also didn't know whether she was possessed or something but she felt an unknown force take over her as she pressed forward and licked his lips a little, delicately tasting his lips, tasting the minty taste of his lips intermingling with the fruity fragrance of her lip gloss that lingered on his lips.
