"That's not okay!"
Yang Fan said crisply, "I must have taken a liking to you, how could it be possible to not fancy you? I can't say things against my conscience."
Fan Sisi giggled lightly, "Goodness, what a sweet talker you are, making me almost want to take a bite."
Yang Fan leaned down, "Come on, take one."
Fan Sisi laughed heartily and reached out to block Yang Fan's mouth, "No, I suddenly regret it."
"You think you have a say in this, hurry up and eat!" Yang Fan pushed away Fan Sisi's palm and forcefully pressed his mouth against Fan Sisi's plump, red lips. They were soft, sweet, and indeed very delectable.
Fan Sisi didn't refuse anymore, but instead actively kissed back. Within moments, her eyes grew blurry, and a faint moan escaped her lips, subtly exuding a rosy afterglow throughout her being.
