Nie Xiaoxing's chest suddenly heaved up, her eyes flew wide open, and the hand resting on his shoulder almost instantly clenched tight into the fabric of his shirt.
Gu Yan stared hard at Nie Xiaoxing's face, stunned to the point of blankness; a streak of mischief flashed across his starry eyes as his lips wrapped around her small mouth, and he hummed, "That's right, your young master is totally gonna be a pervert!"
The words fell.
Gu Yan suddenly bit down on Nie Xiaoxing's lips, actually bit.
Nie Xiaoxing hissed from the pain, and her tightly clenched teeth loosened a little.
Gu Yan seized the moment, his tongue thrusting straight in, hooking the soft sweetness that tried to flee in panic.
That feeling of her heart pounding so wildly she could barely breathe crashed into her mind again.
Nie Xiaoxing grabbed even harder at Gu Yan's shirt, her long lashes instantly damp, blinking lightly as she looked at him.
Gu Yan stared back at her.
