Their lips and tongues met slowly, the slick sensation gradually eroding reason... Jiang Yan only knew how to lick, and when immersed, she couldn't help but nibble occasionally.
Sucking had always been the other's technique. However, this time Angus was feigning passivity, not employing that skill.
Dizzy from the kiss, in the midst of confusion, their tongues intertwined, and Jiang Yan had no idea who was taking the initiative.
Due to the sensuality, the consequence of actively seeking more was that Jiang Yan's tongue became numb from kissing. As she struggled to pull away, a strand of saliva stretched between their lips, eliciting an incredibly suggestive soft sound.
Angus's eyes shimmered, his lips alluringly colored. Though still maintaining silence, the look he gave Jiang Yan was one of lingering desire.
It was as if he was looking at a man who could only last three minutes.
Jiang Yan supported herself against the table, breathing lightly. Angus reached out to hold her waist, his movements refined and polite, yet his touch felt like clinging vines as he imperceptibly pulled her closer to himself.
As Jiang Yan slowly came to her senses, she felt her mouth was both cool and numb... Suddenly, her scalp tightened as an absurd thought crossed her mind.
Jiang Yan stared at Angus in a daze, a strong suspicion arising within her.
However, Angus remained oblivious, his consciousness invaded by unsatisfied desire, his rationality long since cast to the winds. His gaze, thick as ink, instinctively lingered on Jiang Yan's full lips.
His fangs, dormant and hidden away for years, suddenly itched with the urge to bite.
His blue eyes were dyed with layers of lust, terrifyingly deep and intense. Angus forcibly restrained himself for a few seconds, then failed to control himself, his long, strong hands unconsciously tightening their grip.
But he still vaguely remembered his role as a weak human. His eyes were hazy, his brow slightly furrowed, his expression one of endurance, looking exactly like a delicate flower tormented by unbearable desire - if not for the fact that he was gradually pulling Jiang Yan closer to himself.
Her red, full lips seemed like the antidote to the trap of passionate, clamorous desire. If only he could devour them, everything would be fine.
But just as he was about to find relief, cool fingers covered his lips.
Jiang Yan looked at him coldly, her tone frigid and indisputable: "Are you a vampire?"
It was a critical moment.
Angus would absolutely not give up the delicacy before him. His dark eyelashes blinked slowly, dangerous and cunning thoughts already rising in his mind.
His voice was soft and low, his blue eyes looking up at Jiang Yan earnestly: "The red wine we just drank was chilled. You're mistaken."
His words couldn't bear close scrutiny; upon deeper consideration, it seemed as if he knew Jiang Yan had suspected him because of the cool temperature in her mouth.
However, his soft lips moved as he spoke, brushing against her palm. Suddenly, Jiang Yan couldn't remember whether the red wine had been chilled or not.
She looked at him suspiciously: "Really?"
A hint of hurt flashed in Angus's eyes, his voice husky, as if to prove his innocence: "If you don't believe me, try again."
Jiang Yan was bewitched by him. As his lips approached hers, she was still trying to discern whether they were cool or not.
However, when Angus kissed her, she lost all ability to resist. His strong, lean arms encircled her slender waist, and in a whirl, Jiang Yan found herself sitting in the chair.
Angus trapped her in the seat, his tongue exploring and tangling with hers.
Jiang Yan's hands weakly clawed at his shirt, struggling to utter a few angry syllables: "Mmph... it's... cool!"
But it was useless.
The meticulously ironed shirt became wrinkled under her grasp, her delicate white fingers clenching and unclenching powerlessly, displaying a beauty both alluring and fragile, hinting at some unbearable sensation she was enduring.
