The curly black hair was quite peculiar, with both long and short strands forming an alluring pattern, like a pair of wings yearning to take flight.
And in the middle of those wings, there lay a plump abalone and a rosy seam, resembling a phoenix's body, dripping and flowing down, a hidden paradise glimpsed occasionally.
Wu Song's breath immediately became rapid.
It was his first time seeing an abalone like this.
He recalled the sensation of his fingers slipping into the paradise earlier.
Instantly, his excited spearhead seemed almost ready to explode.
His eyes burned intensely, staring at Qi Siyan.
"Is it okay?" Wu Song asked in a low voice.
Qi Siyan lowered her brows and eyes, not looking directly at Wu Song, not answering, but also not refusing.
