I Take That as an Invitation. You Have to Take Responsibility for Your Words.

He Yidu's thin but scorching lips rendered Lin Shuang's mind blank and she nearly forgot to breathe as she stiffly stood between him and the door. However, when she finally came to her senses, she instinctively put up a struggle.

With one hand, He Yidu grabbed her hands and pinned them to the door above her head while keeping her face still with the other and pressing himself against her.

Now, Lin Shuang couldn't even move and she was surrounded by his breath.

His kisses were deep and desperate without any techniques involved. He sucked on her tongue so hard that it felt painful and numb. She got so giddy that she thought she was going to suffocate to death. Her brain couldn't process anything as she slumped weakly against his body and relied on him for support.

It was only then that He Yidu slowed down. His tongue gently lingered in her oral cavity as he traced his fingers along the side of her face and eyebrows.