The moment Oliver Jiang's k3ss fell, Ethan Lin nervously pinched the fabric of his lower back.
Ethan Lin closed her eyes subconsciously, her curled eyelashes trembling slightly with emotion.
The scent of agarwood and jasmine naturally spread around them, blending inextricably together, just like their owners.
Oliver Jiang's k3ss was delicate and gentle. After licking and outlining his lips like a dragonfly, he dexterously pried open his teeth, lingered on his tongue teasingly, and extended and slenderly touched his red lips. The k3ss was wet and soft.
I don’t know if it was the effect of pheromones or the lack of oxygen caused by the awkward k3ssing technique.
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