"Xu Nianwei, not everything requires the use of taste and smell." Tang Mo said, his eyes never moving away from Xu Nianwei's face.
Xu Nianwei didn't respond to his words and wanted to turn around and leave, but was held back by a pair of warm hands. The two looked at each other, Xu Nianwei looked away and tried to shake off his hand.
Tang Mo in front of him suddenly said, "There is still a sense of touch." Following his words, he released his grip on her wrist and moved it towards her waist, instantly closing the distance between them.
Looking at the face so close, her eyes widened in fright. She saw him slowly leaning down and kissing her lips. Xu Nianwei felt the warmth brought by his thin lips and immediately stretched out her hand to push him away.
There was a buzzing sound in her head, and she could clearly hear her heart beating continuously.
"How? I think the touch should be used most often." After saying that, Tang Mo raised a smile that couldn't be concealed.