He Lingling had never kissed anyone actively before; this was her first time, and yet, it was also something she had been longing for. From her early blossoming adolescence to her slightly rebellious youth, she often dreamt about one day passionately kissing the man she loves, in that pure and beautiful sort of way.
Not like now, a kiss filled with desire, all for the sake of achieving a certain goal.
Li Fengnian finally made his move, stood up, carried her into the inner chamber of the study, where there was a bed. He pressed her down onto the bed, and an onslaught of kisses rained down upon her—on her forehead, the tip of her nose, cheeks, neck, collarbone...
He Lingling felt certain that Li Fengnian must have pleased countless women; otherwise, she wouldn't be so spellbound and infatuated despite her heart's reluctance.
Fortunately, her rationality hadn't completely vanished.
