Xu Qinghuan clung to his shoulders, rising on her tiptoes to press a kiss to the corner of his lips.
She was just about to pull away when Jiang Xingye caught the back of her head, pressing his lips down onto hers.
Some things are just inherently unfair. At the very beginning, their kissing skills had been evenly matched—both were inexperienced, clumsy, and reckless, sometimes even biting hard enough to draw blood.
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