Because he was really starting to feel a bit breathless, Jiang Qingkui seemed determined to have him yield to her kisses. No matter how Zhou Wang turned his head, she would follow closely and press on.
The distinct cedarwood scent exclusive to Jiang Qingkui filled Zhou Wang's mouth and nose, and when he opened his eyes, he was shocked again...
Jiang Qingkui didn't close her eyes!
She was just gazing sideways at Zhou Wang, as if appreciating the expression on his struggling face.
Until her mouth was dry, Jiang Qingkui finally slowly lifted her head, temporarily sparing Zhou Wang. Amidst the darkness, the long and glittering trail resembled a hanging galaxy, apparent even to an experienced person like Zhou Wang, making him feel a slight sense of embarrassment.
But Jiang Qingkui nonchalantly wiped her lips, with a look of satisfaction, "Zhou Wang, turns out you did deceive me... The one who takes the initiative to kiss, indeed, gains the most pleasure."
