Huo Yingcheng, Yu Bao'er (50)

The young lady's soft lips were like fragrant fruit jelly.

There was a fragrance between her lips that made one couldn't bear to part with it.

Huo Yingcheng didn't know why Yu Bao'er suddenly came over to kiss him.

He stood there in shock with his eyes wide open.

Yu Bao'er was nervous, for she had done this on impulse. It was like blood had gushed towards her brain, and she could care less.

She didn't know what she was doing, but she knew very well that she didn't want this man to leave.

It wasn't as if she had never kissed the boys she dated before, but those weren't kisses that spoke of much technique and were only a light peck on the lips.

It was because Yu Bao'er had always hated such behaviors, feeling she had felt nothing much and felt averse to it.

But now, she merely kissed Huo Yingcheng on his thin lips and was so nervous that she didn't follow up more deeply.