Xian Zihao’s Fears

Jiang Ruolan glanced back, thinking that maybe she had left the cloth on the floor when she entered the small room and didn't realize it because the room was located in a dark area at the bottom of the stairs.

There was nothing unusual about Xian Zihao's expression. Her initial guilty feeling slowly turned into relief.

Xian Zihao looked at her lips and, with a jolt, he lowered his head and kissed it.

First, it was a gentle kiss.

After receiving her response, he gradually used up some of his strength and lost his tenderness. His flexible tongue directly opened up her teeth, and in the instant that Jiang Ruolan thought he only wanted to kiss her lightly, he grabbed hold of her tongue and insisted on intertwining with his.

Jiang Ruolan's reaction was slightly slower with half the beat. At first, she only responded lightly, thinking that it was just a soothing kiss, but she didn't think it would gradually start to burn.