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When their lips parted Peng Xiu seemed quite reluctant. She grumbled under her breath, making Han Xin's brows furrow. He was doing this for her in the end, so what was she complaining about? He took another sip of the medicine and pressed their lips together again, forcing her to drink the last of it.
This time, she swallowed all of it without spilling but when he tried to part their lips, she wrapped her hand at the back of his neck and started licking every bit of medicine in his mouth.
Han Xin, "…"
His eyes widened in shock as an inexplicable warmth spread through his body at the feel of her tongue in his mouth. Her lips were soft, and he could feel her breath against his skin.
Xiang Yu deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring Han Xin's mouth with a hunger that he had never experienced before.
Han Xin's mind went blank, and he forgot to push her away for a moment. All he could focus on was Peng Xiu and the way she was making him feel.