With that shout, Mu Xiaoxiao's tears fell.
Yin Shaojie sighed. He reached out to hold her face while his other hand grasped her waist and pulled her up to him, his head bending down to kiss her lips.
Mu Xiaoxiao was startled for a moment. His kiss felt as if it carried comforting and apologetic sentiments and also some impatience.
She closed her eyes, reached out her hands, and hugged his back.
Yin Shaojie licked her lips with his tongue as if he was outlining the shape of her lips, and then his hot tongue slipped into her little mouth.
As Mu Xiaoxiao felt pain from his forceful caressing motion, she clawed at his back.
Yin Shaojie's gaze deepened, and he sucked directly on her little tongue.
"Oh…" Mu Xiaoxiao let out a sweet moan.
The mood was getting sultry. Mu Xiaoxiao's eyes seemed unfocused, then her eyes unconsciously looked to the side and saw that their cabin had already risen up.
They were about to reach the top.