It was only then that Yin Shaojie came to his senses and gradually loosened his hold on her lips. His breathing was wild and heavy as he asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"
Mu Xiaoxiao's face was scrunched up as she complained, "The table's hard, and I'm really uncomfortable from being pressed onto it."
Yin Shaojie looked behind her. Picking her up again, he pulled her into his embrace and returned to sitting down on the chair.
"Is it okay now?" He leaned back onto the backrest. With one hand behind her head, he pressed her lips close to his.
The pair's lips met again.
Mu Xiaoxiao's face was really red, but she didn't reject his advances. She let him kiss her obediently and sometimes even reciprocated shyly.
This kiss lasted for a very long time.
Mu Xiaoxiao realized that Yin Shaojie was different this time.
She racked her fuzzy brain.
She thought for a long while before she realized what it was.
Oh yeah, he wasn't touching her anywhere this time.
Previously, when they were in the middle of an intense kiss, his hands would definitely travel under her clothes subconsciously and touch her body.
This time, however, he didn't do that. Instead, they were only pressing on her back this time, not going out of bounds.
Mu Xiaoxiao was in a little disbelief.
Had the devil turned good?
Just as she was thinking about it, Yin Shaojie released her little mouth. Their foreheads were touching, and they looked into each other's eyes.
The pair's breathing was erratic.
Suddenly, Yin Shaojie took his hands off her. Placing them on his chest, he slowly undid the buttons on his shirt.
Mu Xiaoxiao's eyes widened. She didn't know what he was doing.
W-Was he trying to take off his clothes now?
She had a raging blush on her face, but did not stop him, of course, and only looked on at his actions while blushing.
After undoing all of the buttons on his shirt, Yin Shaojie grabbed her little hand and placed it on his muscular chest.
"Touch me," he growled in a sexily low voice as though commanding her.
Mu Xiaoxiao's heart skipped a beat. "T-Touch you?"
Yin Shaojie smirked and held tightly to her little hand, which she had been about to retract, and placed her palm on his chest.
"Didn't you say that it was uncomfortable when I touched you? You can touch me instead, and we can take things slowly."
He really couldn't wait to eat her up right now.
However, upon careful thinking, it seemed like it would be an interesting process if he conditioned her slowly.
Even though Mu Xiaoxiao felt really bashful, she couldn't control her own curiosity and emotions, and her little hands caressed his body.
"You can touch me here too," Yin Shaojie said as he moved her hand downwards.
Mu Xiaoxiao's gaze looked down naturally and landed on his distinct eight-pack.
She swallowed unconsciously.
Yin Shaojie took in her little expressions. "Are you satisfied?" he asked in a sinisterly charming voice.
Mu Xiaoxiao's blush had already spread to her neck and the tips of her ears, and she didn't answer him.
Even though she had no basis for comparison, she had to admit that this guy was… incredibly sexy.
She could feel his warmth clearly from under her palm and the latent strength from his muscles.
Yin Shaojie was enjoying her worshipping gaze. He couldn't help but cup her face in his hand and pull her in, delivering a kiss onto her lips again.
Her touching felt inexperienced and sloppy as though she was doing this flippantly.
However, this made his urges burn even more fervently.
He shifted his lower body unobtrusively.
The pair kissed for a long time. Even though they didn't do anything further, the atmosphere was warm and sweet, totally the picture of passionate love.