Song Guanchao pressed his waist down, his head gently parting the petals, probing shallowly.
"Ah~"
Wu Qiangwei's face was enraptured, her round lips parted slightly, and her gentle, melodious tone ignited the fire in Song Guanchao's chest.
Her slender body trembled, her fingers leaving marks on his strong back.
Song Guanchao bit her lip, looking at her inquiringly.
Wu Qiangwei briefly regained her senses, blushing, she gently shook her head.
Still not ready, she still couldn't prepare herself.
Song Guanchao was not in a hurry, he smiled, captured her lips again, then held her tongue.
His body moving cautiously, stopping only at the entrance.
This was Wu Qiangwei's accepted limit, any further was not possible.
He was not in a hurry either.
After waiting for more than two years, he didn't mind this moment.
If he rushed it, she might accept, but there would always be a barrier in her heart.
In matters like this, the most feared is one party's reluctance.
