As their bodies aligned closely, it felt like an invisible force was pulling them together, plunging them into a fervent and entranced state.
Xu Wendong's hands roamed over Yue Qingchen's delicate body like a wild python. His palms were broad and scorching, each touch igniting a blaze.
One hand firmly grasped Yue Qingchen's rounded, perky buttocks, fingers sinking deep into the soft, resilient flesh, feeling the astounding elasticity as if trying to merge her body with his own.
The other hand trailed up her spine, fingers gently caressing her vertebrae, exploring the ancient and mysterious patterns as each vertebrae quivered slightly under his touch, seemingly responding to his passion.
His eyes were fervent, emanating a playful gaze.
In truth, he originally did not intend to humiliate Yue Qingchen this way.
After all, she was Si Yao's mother and still the leader of the Underground City.
In any case, he had to give her some respect.
