When the warmth of her lips pressed against his, a jolt shot through Qin Fan. At that moment, driven by primal instinct, hormones surged in both him and Jiang Yino. The rush of adrenaline threw their breathing into chaos.
Yino's getting carried away!
It was pure passion, having nothing to do with modesty or licentiousness. This was human instinct, a carnal instinct. The soft moans Jiang Yino had been suppressing for so long could no longer be contained, trembling from her throat.
How could I be like this! How could I be like this! How could I be like this!
Those words echoed relentlessly in her mind, questioning herself. But in the end, reason lost to impulse. Even as her conscious mind berated her, her soft moans of pleasure grew more frequent, and their entwined tongues were reluctant to part.
