The man's warm, thin lips landed lightly on her ice-cold lips. He tasted it lightly first, then finally peeled open her tightly closed lips with extreme patience. He pushed inwards inch by inch, full of gentleness.
At last, he caught the tip of her tongue, which she had wanted to keep away from him. They were tangled gently, and the lingering sensation was incredible.
Lin Wanwan allowed him to kiss her deeply, forgetting to react.
Only when she started to feel breathless did Lu Zhanbei stop. His eyes were not lustful but carried only a gentle softness, like a spring breeze.
"Do you still feel terrible?"
Lin Wanwan was stunned. After a long while, she shook her head.
"Still feeling terrible?" Lu Zhanbei lowered his head again, then said at the same time as he kissed her, "Then let's continue."
Seeing this scene from the rearview mirror, Gu Mo silently held his chin, which was about to fall.