Sealing A'shu lips was like an instinct. When Shi Zian found them, he sought them desperately. It was as if he had sunk to the bottom of an abyss and the warm lips in front of him were a rope that guided him to land once again. It was warm, so warm.
He was home.
His cold tongue broke past burning lips, lapping at every inch of burning skin softly. They kissed greedily like all the feelings that were restrained in their hearts were suddenly set free at once. Shi Zian bit and nibbled on those soft lips, she tasted just as he had imagined. So sweet.
They kissed for minutes before Shen Jiyu hit Shi Zian's chest to get him to release him. His cheeks were red and he felt embarrassed, this rubbish body. He could feel like if they kissed any longer, he would definitely die. How embarrassing would that be?
His eyes were a little misty when he looked at Shi Zian's, whose face was even more red than his own.