I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

Dongfang Ming Yue tiptoed, her soft lips gently pressed against his, carrying her unique elegant herbal fragrance.

The warm sensation spread instantly across his lips.

Qin Tian’s body stiffened slightly, the rest of his words got caught in his throat, his heart skipped a beat, only feeling that touch of warmth spreading from his lips to his heart, even the vitality flowing from the surrounding Qing tree Artifact Spirit got tinged with a trace of lingering romance.