Her lips pressed into mine, warm, damp and slightly parted. The first brush was soft, almost unsure, but the second... she opened a little wider, her breath spilling into my mouth, human and sweet with the faint taste of cherry and skin.
Not a perfume, but her scent, slightly salty and slightly warm.
But intoxicating.
When she kissed me back, it was slow, uncertain, but warm. She kept missing the centre of my mouth, sliding off to the side before finding her way again, like she wanted more but didn't want to look too eager.
I could feel the hesitation in her breath, each one blowing into my lips like a quiet gasp she didn't mean for me to catch.
"Don't stop…" she whispered, barely audible, her voice breathless, lips brushing mine with every word. "I like it like this…"
Mu Qinglan sighed into the kiss, and her mouth slowly slipped open.
I didn't answer. I couldn't.
