Da Bao's lips pressed down fiercely, and he felt the person in his arms instantly go rigid. One hand supported the back of her head, while the other gently stroked her back.
The reckless, overwhelming desire to take everything was quelled slowly as his lips met her cold ones.
His heart filled entirely with compassion, and the initially rough actions softened in an instant. His lips carefully touched and sipped at Nuonuo's lips.
Nuonuo seemed not to understand yet, just stiff in his arms being passively held while he kissed her with gentle compassion.
Her lips were soft and cool, reminiscent of the smooth, delicate feel of marshmallows, with a hint of mint from the toothpaste and a slight salty taste from Nuonuo's tears.
Da Bao gently held the corner of her lips, murmuring as if coaxing a lover, "Baby, don't cry, okay?"
