I don't know how long it took before Qin Yue let go of Jian Ran who was panting. He held Jian Ran's face carefully, stroked the red, swollen and moist lips lightly with his rough fingertips, and smiled lightly.

Jian Ran was still panting, everything happened too fast, and it was over before she could taste it carefully.

She opened her eyes wide, looked at Qin Yue in disbelief, opened her red lips, and was about to say something, but was pushed back by Qin Yue's hand on her lips.