Each Emperor Has His Own Officials

As their lips touched, the earth shook with thunder and storms whipped up. The two people began to bite at each other like two cubs on the grasslands. There was not much gentleness and charm. There was only hatred and stimulation. The blood moving across the tips of their tongue was slightly salty and wet.

This was not intimate or teasing. It was purely a battle. The battle between men and women. The battle between tongues often went the route of Su Qin or Zhang Yi. No one had thought that kissing could cause bleeding or that a tongue like an orchid could be so stubborn, elastic, full of struggle, forceful, and turn into a boundless symbol in an instant.

It was either the east wind crushing the west wind or the west wind crushing the east wind. The soft and fragrant form between lips and teeth fiercely and alluringly demonstrated the process of the fight. It made the root of one's tongue hurt and also extend out the gradually stored thoughts of love.