He let go of her and gasped. She got air and breathed heavily. Their breathing was intertwined. He put his head against hers, nose to nose, and the two of them breathed heavily. An inexplicable flush appeared on his face, his eyes were full of fire, and the deep eyes no longer held coldness, but a touch of tenderness.
Zhang Xiao looked at his eyes and suddenly felt that the man in front of him might be looking at him, and his heart palpitated softly. Xing Dong still regained his senses. He knew he couldn't do anything to him, but he just couldn't control himself. Thinking about the stormy birthday banquet, he had to give up, propped up his body with both hands, put out the fire forcefully, and stood up.
Zhang Xiao suddenly grabbed his tie, pulled him down again, and wrapped his hands around his neck. This time, he was shocked. The person under him had a rosy face and delicate lips. She raised her head and kissed his lips. She didn't know how to kiss, and her only skills were learned from him. She pecked his lips gently, pushing her small tongue away from his teeth and wandering around in his mouth clumsily. This was all she could do.
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