"Mmm—"
Feeling Xiaobei's heat, Murong Xiaoyi's delicate body trembled.
Living until now, this was her first kiss with a man. Although the sensation was particularly unfamiliar, it wasn't exactly unpleasant; instead, there was a hint of subtle excitement.
But wasn't it agreed that it would be just one kiss?
Yet it's been over ten seconds now, and not only hasn't Xiaobei stopped, but he's forcibly pried open Murong Xiaoyi's mouth and slid his tongue inside.
In an instant, a fragrant aroma fills the air, sweetness spills over, and Xiaobei feels his soul becoming intoxicated.
At the same time, his hands start to misbehave, tracing along Murong Xiaoyi's small waist downward, and lightly grasping her buttocks.
"Ah, no, don't—"
Murong Xiaoyi softly moans.
Her body is extremely sensitive; how can she bear such a touch? Her pretty face turns so red it might drip water!
But would Xiaobei care about her?
Of course not!
