Lu Xiaoyou was still thinking about how he wanted to awaken her memory.
Her entire body was lifted up by the man.
She sat in the man's palm, facing him, her hands naturally circled around his neck.
Lu Xiaoyou saw a small drop of water sliding down the man's prominent nose, following the delicate curve of his upper lip, and then falling onto his lower lip.
A thought suddenly emerged in Lu Xiaoyou's mind; she really wanted to taste that crystal-clear droplet of water, it must be quite unique!
As this idea popped into her mind, she had already acted on it.
She pressed her lips against Long Xiliang's.
His lips were cold, without any warmth, so she used her alcohol-scented lips to warm his.
The man's breath fell on her face; it was the kind of seductive, soothing scent she liked.
The woman's soft fingers cradled his head, weaving through Long Xiliang's hair.
Long Xiliang let out a low chuckle from his throat.
