37 Focus-Pequena Fada Viciada(Yan Xi)

As the words fell, Zhang Heyu leaned down once more, pressing a gentle, lingering kiss to her lips. A flurry of soft kisses rained down upon her cold mouth, tender and persistent.

Jiang Ci’s eyes widened, her surprise so great that she forgot to close them, her beautiful dark lashes trembling in panic.

Zhang Heyu withdrew his hand, wrapped his arm around her waist, and pulled her closer into his embrace. The kisses did not stop; shifting from their initial gentleness, they began to grow more urgent.

"Mmph."

Before she could react, taking advantage of the opening, Zhang Heyu’s tongue pushed inside without hesitation. Jiang Ci could only move with him, offering a shy response.

Gradually, Jiang Ci began to feel lightheaded from lack of oxygen. Her eyes grew clouded with a soft mist, and when she looked at him, her gaze was dazed and unfocused.

Seeming to notice, Zhang Hey