Shi Lin didn't expect her to pounce on him. He looked up at her, seeing the redness spread across her face, appearing even more pitiable than before. Her lips were bitten, her eyes swollen and red, suppressing her dishevelment and helplessness. It seemed as if she had been stimulated by something. He frowned, instinctively gripping her arm: "What's wrong with you?" Lin Mian didn't speak, unconsciously tearing open her clothes, revealing her fair skin, clinging to him incessantly, instinctively, uncontrollably. She didn't know what was happening to her. She had never been in a relationship, not even watched any related movies. But suddenly a poem she had inadvertently read came to mind: 'Lips dry and kisses noisy, itchy back, how I wish for a jade pot to pour out golden waves.' Lin Mian swallowed, tilting her head back to press against the man's lips. His lips were thin, slightly cool, with a faint, unique coldness. Somehow, they relieved the heat on her body. She had no experience, just pressed her lips against his, the two pairs of lips rolling and turning, touching, separating, then touching again. The dark light in Shi Lin's eyes grew deeper, some desire surging in the undertow, unstoppable. He was actually teased by this woman's unmethodical kiss, which didn't even count as a kiss. Just knowing to press, just knowing to nibble. Boom! Shi Lin's last bit of self-control exploded. He had drunk a bit tonight and suddenly didn't want to hold back. The next second, Lin Mian's head was suddenly pressed down by the man, taking control, biting her lips, deepening the kiss. His kiss was aggressive, a far cry from her earlier teasing. Lin Mian, in her daze, belatedly realized, this was the 'kiss'.

Later on, she didn't know when she was pressed down on the sofa by the man, the light shone straight down, illuminating her body... The scene was extremely exaggerated. Lin Mian couldn't bear it anymore, clinging to his arm with protruding veins: 'Can we slow down a bit...' Shi Lin's eyebrows drooped, his slender and soft waist was held by one hand, and it would break with a slight squeeze. 'No, bear with it.' Lin Mian had no choice but to shut her mouth, and at the same time, close her eyes, not daring to speak again, silently burying her face in his chest...