[MTL]After I Transmigrated As A Fake Young Master, I Became Popular

Ch 87

    No matter how beautiful the love words are, they lose their color in front of this sentence.

    Gu Siye's eyes darkened, as if a feather was gently scraping and flirting in his heart.

    He pressed Lin Yanran against the wall, put his hands on his cheeks, lowered his head and bit his lips lightly, and then kissed him lightly and softly.

    "How about now..."

    The man's hoarse voice lured Lin Yanran step by step into the gentle trap.

    He didn't reply to the other party, but only raised his chin slightly and raised his fair and beautiful neck.

    This silent response brought the ambiguous atmosphere to a critical point on the verge of breaking out.

    When the tip of his tongue forcefully pried Lin Yanran's lips open, Gu Siye grabbed the other's slender wrist, pinned it to the wall, and clasped his fingers tightly.

    Feeling the entanglement of each other's breathing, Lin Yanran was a little out of breath, and even more powerless to resist.

    Before that, he always felt that Gu Siye was gentle and delicate, he was always a gentleman, and always maintained his demeanor.

    But at this time, the heavy breathing of the other party was like a mass of fire, encroaching on his perception bit by bit.

    And the tip of the tongue, which was sucking domineeringly between his lips, plundered all his sanity and seduced him to linger with it.

    Lin Yanran closed his eyes, feeling the temperature from Gu Siye's body, their fiercely heaving chests pressed tightly together, their hearts beat at the same frequency, warm and intimate.

    This is the first kiss.

    Lin Yanran has no experience of kissing, but he doesn't want Gu Siye to show his love unilaterally.

    So he could only rely on instinct, leaning his head back, gently protruding the tip of his tongue, hooking the other's lips and tongue, entangled with it jerky and softly.

    Originally, Lin Yanran responded simply, but he didn't expect that his posture would make it easier for Gu Siye to make the kiss deeper and more presumptuous.

    Breathing and perception were forcibly deprived, and Lin Yanran's brain gradually began to lack oxygen.

    He felt as if his mind was blank, but the warm and delicate heat source between his lips reminded him that he and Gu Siye were kissing passionately.

    As the opponent invaded inch by inch, Lin Yanran's legs exposed to the air began to feel a little unsteady. He wanted to grab Gu Siye's shirt to stabilize his figure, but was pushed against the wall by the opponent. move.

    Even the temperature of the opponent's palm seemed to heat his fingertips.

    Lin Yanran could only open his eyes in a daze, and met Gu Siye who was looking down at him with his hazy eyes.

    Before the affection was about to get out of control, the other party finally let him go.

    Lin Yanran took a few breaths quickly.

    But his cheeks were dyed an ambiguous pink due to lack of oxygen, and when his Yingying eyes rolled, the spring spirit was particularly moving.

    Gu Siye glanced at the glistening lips kissed by him, and restrained the beast that was crazily clamoring and dissatisfied in his body, he could only forcibly shift his position.