Ran Yan was somewhat agitated, pushing Xiao Song who cooperatively moved his lips away. His right palm had thick calluses, gently caressing her skin smooth as creamy jade, trailing from her waist to her chest, sparking trembles along the way.
With his head lowered, Xiao Song watched his fingers tease the pink fruit at her chest into a proud, rose-tinted stand, dripping with allure. Ran Yan's fair skin blushed with warmth, reminiscent of a fresh, succulent peach. Her black hair scattered, some strands clinging moistly to her skin, meandering to her delicate collarbone.
Her brows furrowed slightly, her eyes tinted with charm, as if ready to drop water, lending her delicate features an enchanting allure. Xiao Song stared at her in this state, his breath becoming increasingly ragged, unable to stand the throbbing pain below.
He slowly entered that breathtakingly warm embrace; the fullness within brought a slight pain, eliciting a trembling moan from Ran Yan's throat.
