Mo Nanze used his tongue to coil away the remaining water in Lu Yinfeng's mouth and swallowed with a movement of his Adam's apple.
With the moisture, Mo Nanze's throat felt more comfortable, and he deepened the kiss.
Soft, enchanting, lingering.
After a prolonged kiss, he gazed at Lu Yinfeng's blushing face with wet eyes.
"It seems, I really should leave for a while," Mo Nanze murmured.
Perhaps because of hormonal influence, Lu Yinfeng's skin had become more delicate, her body softer all around, radiating a woman's tenderness.
For Mo Nanze, it was like a starving man looking at a platter of aromatic meat behind bulletproof glass.
Visible, but unattainable.
It was agonizing.
It could make someone sick from frustration.
Their foreheads touched, and their breaths intertwined.
Their lips also touched occasionally, like light kisses.
Lu Yinfeng knew that Mo Nanze was enduring a lot.