The patience had been stretched too long, so even a small spark was enough to set everything ablaze.
Leng Sichen somewhat regretted the impulsive act of bringing her over, but the feel of kissing her was just so good, that the regret seemed insignificant...
Due to the lack of oxygen, Xia Yuxun finally started to react, whimpering as she tried to move away from him.
Leng Sichen soothingly patted her back, paused a bit, and then pressed on again...
"Mmm..." Breaths in her chest grew scarce, and her body became increasingly warm. Xia Yuxun wanted to wake up due to discomfort, but her head was dizzy from oxygen deprivation, unable to awaken from the foggy swamp.
Leng Sichen managed to stop himself with difficulty, panting slightly as he stared at the woman in his arms, and took the chance to softly whisper in her ear, "Xiaoxun, who is your favorite person?"
Xia Yuxun scratched her slightly itchy ear, hummed a few times, then subconsciously answered, "Like..."
