Siming raised his hand and gently lifted Fengjiu's chin. Lowering his head, he lightly captured her vermilion lips, sucking on them softly as Fengjiu stood frozen, entirely at his mercy.
It was the first time anyone had ever treated Fengjiu in such a manner, and she had no earthly idea how to react. Gradually unsatisfied with this brief, lingering kiss, Siming wanted more. The tip of his tongue began to explore her mouth, brushing against her pearly teeth. Feeling a tickle, Fengjiu could not help parting her teeth, which only made it easier for Siming to breach her defenses.
Reaching out to cup the back of her head, Siming intertwined the tip of his tongue with her dainty tongue in a mutual dance. With his other hand, he firmly grasped her slender waist, pressing her tight against his chest to deepen the kiss.
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