Yu Jingchen gently caressed her soft lips, their taste was delightful, a flavor he relished and found irresistible. "So, it's time for you to play your part."
An Ning asked anxiously, "Was my performance just now okay? Will it be seen through?"
She didn't know why she was so nervous, but she was—terribly so, as if she feared someone would snatch him away.
She was somewhat annoyed that someone wanted to set him up with a girlfriend.
"Not bad," he said. What he really wanted to say was that they tasted very good.
Blushing, An Ning said, "Yu Jingchen, if there's another situation like this, you could tell me in advance, and we can coordinate a bit better without having to really..."
"Stop talking for now," he said.
"Ah? What's wrong? Mmm..."
Before she could finish her sentence, her lips were sealed by Yu Jingchen once again.
An Ning's lips were suddenly sealed, and immediately a taste of tobacco filled her senses.
Instantly, her mind went blank.