I'm competing with the male lead for a woman[GL]

Chapter 62: "Actually, this humble woman likes it very much."

As Chu Shao's lips descended, Xiao Jin's body involuntarily tensed up.

In fact, Xiao Jin could have easily pushed away the person buried in her neck, but in the end, she didn't do anything.

Because the lips that were pressed against her skin were just too soft.

So she maintained her stiff posture, and simply placed her hands wherever they could find a place to rest.

When faced with such beauty, any struggle was futile at best.

It was brave, but also foolish.

Xiao Jin didn't want to be a fool, after all, she was just an ordinary admirer of good looks.

So she gave up resistance and chose to surrender.

The sensation on her neck was damp, like silk that had been soaked in water.

The force that covered her neck was not very heavy.

It seemed like she was only being gently scratched by a feather, leaving a faint trace behind.

This kiss was very gentle, but unexpectedly it was a bit ticklish.

It was so ticklish that Xiao Jin couldn't help but gasp, her fingers clutching tightly onto the armrest of the wheelchair, exerting more pressure.

Their breaths were intertwined, warm and humid.

As Chu Shao's lips roamed, it eroded away Xiao Jin's remaining bits of sanity.

When the first button of her shirt was unbuttoned, Chu Shao gently opened her lips and her tongue curled over the skin of Xiao Jin's neck, causing a barely perceptible tremble.

Xiao Jin's breathing became irregular, and the fingers on the bamboo joint were so white that they were almost translucent. You could faintly see the pale blue veins.

In that moment, she thought of many things.

She thought of horses galloping, snow splashing onto the wheels in Cangjin Lane. She thought of the look in Chu Shao's eyes when she lifted the curtain and gazed at the bright moon in the sky.

Back then, what fell into her eyes was moonlight, as well as the frost of the night.

Then the swaying boat sprayed silver all over the place and dissipated.

Only the sleeves of the pavilion were left floating in the air, whiter than spring snow and gentler than willow branches.

Any embellishment used to describe her would seem too vulgar and ordinary.

It's hard to imagine such a person standing in front of Xiao Jin.

With a jade flute in her lips and leaning against the railing, she smiled gently at her.

It's hard not to sigh.

It's also hard to stay rational and control that moment of heart palpitations.

By the time Xiao Jin regained her senses, Chu Shao had already left her neck.

And the other person was raising her slender fingers, gently wiping the moisture off her skin.

If it weren't for the slightly cool water stains remaining on her neck and the string of tantalizing red marks, Xiao Jin would have thought she was dreaming.

"Sorry, I was rude."

Chu Shao's words were gentle, with a hint of regret, but her smile was dazzling.

Xiao Jin looked down at Chu Shao crouching on the ground and her thoughts turned and turned in her mind, finally turning into a faint sentence: "It's okay."