Ye Miao bit the red lips lightly. "So happy?"

"Happy." Ye Shui-ink licked her lips, which were bitten a little numb. The eyes of the people in front of him were dim, but he took a step back and put his hand on the corner of her lips.

"I want your kiss."

Ye Miao used to take the biggest initiative, whether kissing or other, which made Ye Shui-ink a bit ostrich.

"No?" Slender fingers move slowly from the corners of the lips to the center, and fingertips occasionally touch teeth.

Ye Shui-mo's heart fluttered and the sound echoing in his ears was so good that it was fascinating.

liked her...