Chi Shuyan wrapped her hands around Qi Zhenbai's neck and covered his thin lips with her soft, red ones as she sucked out the spiritual energy from his mouth.
If this were before, Qi Zhenbai might have been fooled by this sort of kiss. Now, however, he was no longer satisfied by such a simple kiss. The tip of his tongue was like a wandering snake that pressed against Chi Shuyan's teeth. When he couldn't find an opening, his brow furrowed and the look in his phoenix eyes turned deep.
A large palm latched firmly onto the back of Chi Shuyan's head, and a hand skillfully pinched her chin. As soon as he felt her teeth part, the nimble tip of Qi Zhenbai's hot and wet tongue pried them open and darted into Chi Shuyan's mouth like he was besieging a city.