Those willow-leaf eyes were right in front of him, and the eyes were rippling like broken stars. The intimacy of breathing and blending made Tian Jingzhi forget to react for a moment.

Plop, plop...

Xue Lingqiao let go of her, and sat back on the sofa with a calm face. She was still immersed in the state of being kissed by force, and stood there blankly.