Perhaps due to this mindset, Xiao Yu tried her best to match his kiss. The two kissed like dry wood catching fire, seemingly about to ignite, and only then did Gong Ting let go of her, panting heavily.
His forehead rested against hers, his breath carrying a burning desire. If it weren't for her body's incapacity to bear it, he really wouldn't want to stop.
His warm, soft fingertips gently stroked her slightly swollen red lips, hoarsely saying: "I miss you so much, every moment I think of you, Su Yu, you tormenting Little Demon."
Xiao Yu's heart raced uncontrollably, unable to hide that unspeakable thrill. She gazed at him in confusion—is his saying he misses her also a declaration of love?
"Gong Ting..."
"Why did you risk your life and rush towards me that day?" Gong Ting rubbed her red lips, soft like pudding; he truly wanted to take a bite.
