"Heh..." Yan Sijue chuckled softly, "My Beauty, are you shy?"
With a hint of annoyance in her heart, Mu Yiliang swiftly turned her body, hooking his neck, and presented her fragrant lips to him.
Yan Sijue kissed her in this position, his kisses always starting like a gentle breeze, tender and affectionate, but as they deepened, even Mu Yiliang found it a bit overwhelming.
"Young Master Yan..." Mu Yiliang panted, "Your skills seem to have refined again, looks like you haven't neglected practice this week..."
Yan Sijue curved his lips slightly: "Your theories are certainly rich, but your practical experience is still lacking. You only have me as a man now, right?"
Mu Yiliang bit her lip: "I'm just... refusing to settle..."
A hint of inexplicable light flashed in Yan Sijue's eyes, he lowered himself and gently nipped at her lips.
