The Room Is Full of Misery, Jiajia Is Sad

It was different from the gentle kiss in the past, and it was also different from the shallow kiss Shen Yijia had when she was drunk. This kiss was domineering and invasive, but it also seemed to be suppressing something.

Shen Yijia was in a daze from the kiss. Her vision gradually blurred, and her face turned red from a lack of breath. Suddenly, he placed his hand on her waist. Shen Yijia's heart tightened.

Song Jingchen suddenly stopped and looked up at her. He planted another kiss on her lips and sighed. "Silly girl, you don't even know how to breathe."

Shen Yijia's lips were still a little numb. She couldn't say what she felt, but her heart was beating a little fast, as if it would jump out of her throat in the next second. Hearing this, she snorted. "If you don't teach me, how would I know? It's not like I can practice with someone els-"