C78 Evil Little Idea

He Yuan pressed his eyes against Jiang Hua-An's lips, which were thick and soft, and felt slightly hot. The burning sensation instantly passed through his lips and spread to both sides of his face, directly towards the top of his head. As he slowly regained his senses, he realized that Jiang Hua An was holding his breath. His body was stretched taut, and his neck was stiff. His posture was odd