Chen Yi's eyes were glazed, pupils unfocused, her gaze hazy and enchanting, as if she were floating in an ethereal dreamscape.
In that beautiful dream, her prince charming cared for her endlessly, and she hooked her arms around Lin Hao's neck, eagerly returning his every demand.
Her pale, delicate arms wrapped around his sturdy neck; a feverish French kiss, gradually binding them tightly together, tongues chasing and playing inside their mouths—a messy, intoxicating exchange of saliva.
Now, Chen Yi could only gasp out one seductive moan after another, seizing quick breaths in the scant space between Lin Hao's relentless kissing and tasting; under the continuous assault of his hungry lips and tongue, the beauty slowly surrendered her last resistance.
Desire-laden air instantly seeped into every corner of the room.
