"Sorry, so sorry!" Shi Fengju was startled and scrambled to get up in a panic. Even with Sang Wan, his own childhood sweetheart and cousin, he had never been this intimate, how could he be so impolite to Sang Wan?
"Madam! Are you asleep? The slave is here to bring the young master his hangover soup!" A crisp knocking and loud call suddenly came from the door.
Both on the bed were already feeling awkward and tense, and at the sound, they both got startled, their expressions changing in unison! Shi Fengju's soberness was more in spirit than in strength, and under the shock, he lost control and fell, becoming even more inappropriately close, with his face lowering right onto Sang Wan's lips.
The soft and cool contact made both of their hearts surge with warmth, inadvertently freezing them in place.
Shi Fengju felt the warmth and smoothness immensely, and under the spell of his senses, subconsciously sucked lightly twice.
