She didn't need to do a thing; it was already enough.
It was as if a fire raged within him, and pressed against his body was this soft, graceful beauty.
Zhao Mingyan couldn't control the heat flaring up from within, and he panted a few more times.
Ji Qingwu stopped, seeing his expression—a mixture of pain and pleasure.
This was her first time doing something like this, and not knowing if she was doing it right, she pulled her hand back.
Zhao Mingyan regained some clarity and called out, "Ah Wu..."
His tone was thick with dissatisfaction and simmering heat.
Ji Qingwu noticed a fine sheen of sweat on his forehead. She picked up a nearby handkerchief and dabbed it away for him.
Zhao Mingyan raised an arm, pressed it against the nape of her neck, and pulled her down, kissing the lips that were already reddened from before.
His other hand enveloped her delicate one.
Her breath was stolen away, and she could only gasp for air in the brief moments she had.
