"Of course, I'll try it," Jinsheng smiled softly, "I just love little snacks."
It was rare to see Li being so obedient. Jinsheng hadn't had enough of pinching his cheeks before Li counterattacked.
His palm rested on the back of her head, planting kisses one after another.
The kiss on her red lips was even more passionate.
Jinsheng raised her hands to wrap around Li's neck, responding with equal passion.
She could feel the burning palm pressed against her back, separated only by a thin veil.
Noticing the palm moving, the clasp on the back of her neck popped open, and Jinsheng hurriedly opened her eyes from the pleasure.
Pulling on Li's collar with one hand, she leaned against his chest, panting slightly, and hummed a reminder, "We agreed not to tear the clothes."
Wasn't her nice dress supposed to be spared?
"I didn't..." Li replied with grievance.
He merely touched the clasp.
Who would have thought it would open so easily?
