Jiang Yingyue's mind went blank at that moment. Her eyes widened in shock, and even her mouth opened in protest, but she never got to say anything before Han Qingshan placed his lips on top of her mouth.
He began kissing her, nibbling gently on her lower lip, sucking and dancing with her tongue, and tasting the sweetness of Jiang Yingyue. He could not get enough, and his hard member started throbbing, the heat so scorching that Jiang Yingyue was unable to think clearly.
All she could do was wrap her arms around his neck and mutter small words of dissatisfaction.
Han Qingshan found her small struggle adorable. He knew that he should not take things too far, but feeling her pressing against him like this made him almost lose his last strand of rationality.
