The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady
chapter-1633

A hint of surprise flashed through Xiu’s golden eyes.

Shen Yanxiao's eyes became calmer from panic, and a sly smile was blooming in her lips. The body under her own had become stiff. Shen Yanxiao secretly took the initiative in her hands.

She raised her head and looked at Xiu’s jaw. Shen Yanxiao then naughtily leaned over and kissed it gently.

That soft kiss seemed to fall into Xiu's heart.

The tough little fellow had no intention of stopping; she sorted out her emotions and had begun to explore the initiative to attack.

Her cherry lips opened slowly and naughtily touched Xiu’s lower jaw.

Xiu's eyes narrowed slightly, and his hands on the armrest of the chair clenched quietly. That slight touch was like a stone that stirred the waves on the calm lake. It was just a bit; however, it was enough to cause stormy waves.

Shen Yanxiao smiled. She boldly straightened her waist and put her hands around his neck. Kneeling on his thighs, she blinked her eyes and stared at the motionless Xiu.

At that moment, she saw a similar feeling of astonishment in the man's eyes. The thousand-year iceberg finally split open with a small crack.

Shen Yanxiao slightly moved her torso upward and suddenly kissed Xiu on the lips.

A slightly clumsy and inexperienced kiss, but with a trace of temptation and timidity. She seemed to vaguely learn from his thorough gentleness; her clear eyes held a trace of uncertainty but were also cautious and solemn, just like a young beast that was very careful not to stir up the sleeping dragon, but still full of provocative youth.

It was clearly lacking in experience, but like with a powerful magic spell which little by little bewitched his entire soul, the only sanity left in him seemed to be suffering from the devastation of a storm and was on the verge of collapse.

Xiu issued a repressed, stuffy groan from his throat. He suddenly held out his hand and held the back of Shen Yanxiao's head. He refused to give her any chance to escape. He took over the initiative of the kiss. He imprisoned her lips and kissed her slowly; the deepening strength made Shen Yanxiao unable to support her whole person clinging to Xiu's bosom. It was overbearing, a force that wasn't gentle nor soft, causing Shen Yanxiao to feel limp and numb as if she had been electrified.

Losing her strength, her body slid down uncontrollably.

Xiu's other hand went around Shen Yanxiao's waist, picked up her paralyzed body and pressed it on himself, as if he wished to assimilate her into his own bones and blood until she could not be separated.

After a long time, Xiu finally ended the kiss, and his golden eyes flashed with a chaotic, repressed confusion.

"Don't play with fire like that again."

The hoarse voice sounded in Shen Yanxiao's ear, like a flickering string, with a trace of coldness and trembling.

"Not now." Xiu strived to restrain the madness that was about to break away from his control. He held Shen Yanxiao's small face in both hands and his forehead gently touched hers. His deep and slightly hoarse voice could almost lure people into the abyss.

"I... I’m not..." Shen Yanxiao's face was red. Even if she didn’t have general knowledge, she still knew what Xiu meant.

She just wanted to kiss him, that was all.

As for that...

Shen Yanxiao finally realized that her whim seemed to have become a torment for Xiu.

She was unable to finish her words and could only nod her head silently.

"Good." Kissing Shen Yanxiao's lips, the curious little things that had almost pushed him out of control in an instant. Nothing was more difficult to resist than the initiative of his lover.