She was still too naive and inexperienced; she understood nothing. She could only keep her eyes shut, blindly nuzzling against his lips, her movements completely devoid of any technique.
The sudden softness pressing against him left Zhongli Ting frozen in place.
Zhongli Ting had not been intimate with a woman in his eighteen years—a fact more solid than refined gold. Thus, this was unequivocally the first kiss of his life.
Chapter 49