What A Coincidence

Wasting time?

Gu Nianzhi looked at Huo Shaoheng with a quizzical look on her face.

Huo Shaoheng grabbed her shoulder with one hand and pulled her over, leaning down to kiss her lips. His deep voice was slightly hoarse as he said, "...I guess this is what cappuccinos taste like."

Gu Nianzhi suddenly realized that she couldn't keep up with Huo Shaoheng's thought process at all.

"...Is there a difference? ...Doesn't it taste about the same as your mocha?" Gu Nianzhi stammered as a tingling sensation grew on her plump and curvy lips.

"Taste about the same? I think there is a huge difference," Huo Shaoheng said with his lips pressed against hers. "You can taste mine if you don't believe me."

His deep and raspy voice bewitched Gu Nianzhi, so she couldn't help but stick out the tip of her tiny tongue to lick Huo Shaoheng's lips. She then quickly retracted it.