Pressing down on Jing’s shoulders, Lu Cang leaned his lips in with his jaws locked.
Their lips touched. The soft and subtle sensation accompanied a burst of warm, gentle fragrance that passed from Jing to Lu Cang. Lu Cang’s consciousness swayed slightly. He scrambled to withdraw his breath, warning himself not to grow soft-hearted.
Jing continued staring with those sparkling, gem-like eyes wide open, vaguely smiling at Lu Cang’s conflicted countenance. Yet he still artfully refused to open his mouth.
Lu Cang secretly gritted his teeth, then reached out his tongue, attempting to pry open this man’s cursed mouth.
But Jing still stubbornly held his ground, allowing Lu Cang to lick at his lips in frustration as if it was the most natural thing in the world.