Chapter 103 (1)

Tong Yao felt Lu Sichengs use of the idiom didnt seem to fit the circumstances.

You know very well that Xiao Ruis making it all up. Why are you being jealous over nothing.

Tong Yao said in a tiny voice: Its just that Little Dubhe isnt too happy about their current mid and is very envious of you who has such a good mid

She felt a bit embarrassed praising herself like that.

I have more than a good mid.

Lu Sicheng curved up his lips and spoke in a meaningful way.

Tong Yao blushed and was about to scold him for being shameless...But Lu Sicheng didnt give her the chance to say it. He lowered his head and said hey right next to Tong Yaos ear. Tong Yao looked up to ask what he had in mind now, but Lu Sicheng took the moment to bite her lips-- --

It was different from the two pecks in the movie theatre.

He gently wrapped his mouth around her lips. She could feel the slimy tip of tongue brush over her lips...In that instant, all Tong Yao could smell was of Lu Sicheng as if she was being swallowed by that smell

Tong Yao reactively followed his movements and clumsily let the tip of his tongue slip into her mouth-- --

When the tip of Tong Yaos tongue touched his tongue, she slightly squelched and something seemed to explode in her head. She stood up on her tippy toes and tried to back away, but she was being held too tightly to escape...She was forced to lift her head up slightly and passively accept the mans kisses-- --

Her brain went blank.

Her heartbeat quickened.

Her body went stiff.

Her breathing was erratic.

She was firmly sandwiched between the wall and Lu Sichengs body by his hands and chest. As his nimble tongue was searching inside her mouth, she uneasily tried to hide or tentatively respond-- --It seemed that-- --whatever she did would further arouse him, his breathing grew more and more heavy

The hem of Tong Yaos tshirt, which was originally hooked up with Lu Sichengs pinky, was now lifted up and his warm, big dry hand, with thin calluses, had moved onto her back

Tong Yao used both of her hands to resist against his wide shoulders. She heard him moaning next to her ear, but not sure whether it was out of satisfaction or something else-- --n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

His hand carefully moved up and down on her smooth back.

In the beginning, the hand stayed in the back area.

Then afterwards, he seemed to grow discontent with just the back and the big hand began moving-- --

Hand. Tong Yao muttered: Hand

At the same time, the tip of Lu Sichengs tongue retreated out between her lips and as if yearning for more, he licked the corner of her lips...His breath was burning hot. He lowered his head to bite on the spot on Tong Yaos neck that he had made reddish earlier-- --

Ah!

Tong Yao made a low cry. Then she realized that Lu Sicheng had suddenly stopped moving. He slightly lifted his head and fixed his eyes on her with a look that could make a persons toes curl. He lowered his voice and said hush to signal to her to keep quiet. Tong Yao blinked and didnt quite understand what he was doing, but the hand on her back had now moved to her waist and the palm cupped the curve of her waistline-- --

Then the big hand moved to the front and patiently caressed her tummy

It felt warm.

The tip of the mans lean and long fingers, usually trimmed clean, were now pasted on her tummy-- --

That big hand

It had patted her head.

It had covered her crying eyes.

It had agilely flown over the keyboard, making his enemies tremble in fear, then it would kill them.

It had led her to victory.

And it had-- --

It had held her hand tightly in his.