The kiss was hot, and Han Qingshan was drawing out all the air in Jiang Yingyue's body, he was feeling more and more aroused, and he plunged deeper and deeper into the kiss; his hands resting on the bed, on either side of her head, wanting to engrave her taste into himself.
It was not before Jiang Yingyue started to stir from lack of air that Han Qingshan unwillingly released her lips and straightened his back.
His eyes were burning with a fervor that he had never experienced before, his tongue gently licking his lips as if to savor the lingering taste of Jiang Yingyue, and he then knew that he was a lost cause.
"I never thought I'd turn gay," he muttered to himself as he observed the sleeping girl slowly fall into a deep slumber again. Her soft lips were slightly swollen, and her cheeks were adorably flushed red from the lack of oxygen she had experienced before.
