The man lowered his head, and the tip of his nose touched the tip of Su Yinwan's nose.

Such close proximity creates a rather ambiguous atmosphere.

Su Yinwan remained silent, letting the man continue his actions.

Rong Jing gently wiped away the milk stains from the corner of her mouth with his fingertips.

Next, she stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

The man put the milk-stained fingertip in his mouth and sucked it clean, looking at her with deep affection.

Su Yinwan felt a little shy and lowered her head.

"Just tell me, and I'll wipe it clean with a tissue."

"It doesn't matter, I prefer to handle it this way."

The two were very close, feeling the warmth of each other's breath.

Immediately afterwards, Rong Jing covered the softness in front of him.

At first, it was just a gentle touch.

Then, it spread and deepened.

There was a faint milky scent on her lips and tongue, which Rong Jing thoroughly enjoyed.

Su Yinwan lost her balance and took a step back.

Rong Jing held her slender waist with one hand and took as much as he wanted.

Su Yinwan's cheeks began to burn, and her palms gradually became hot as well.

She began to lose her senses and became very passive, yet she still retained a sliver of rationality.

"No, what if they hear us?"

She stopped Rong Jing's hand from going any further, wanting to end the act.

"No, my dear Mrs. Rong, be good."

Rong Jing's alluring voice reached her ears, gently coaxing her.

This night seemed different from usual.

As for why, Su Yinwan couldn't give a reason.

All she knew was that men were masters of kissing.

At this point, Su Yinwan didn't know whether to cry or laugh.