Ling Momo didn't have time to turn on the light when she was kissed by someone.
The man's lips were very soft.
Very warm.
Carrying a faint scent of alcohol.
Enson's movements were exceptionally tender, and as the taste of alcohol dispersed between her lips and teeth, she felt somewhat dizzy.
She just felt this man was so cautious, tender as water.
It gave her an illusion, as if... this man was treating something precious, like a cherished jewel.
Ling Momo thought, it turns out, the high and mysterious Enson was also a very gentle person.
In her mind, she tried hard to depict Enson's appearance, yet she could not manage to picture it at all.
She didn't know if it was because Enson had been drinking, but tonight he was exceptionally different, although she couldn't see his face or his expression, strangely, he made her feel dizzy, made her more compliant than many times before, without her control.
Her compliance brought more of the man's tender cherishing.
