Against the light.
Rong Yan can't see the other person's face clearly.
But he knows who she is!
"You..."
Rong Yan wants to speak, but he's too exhausted, his throat too dry, his mind unclear, even his tongue feels tied.
The person standing in front of him doesn't say a word.
She slowly reaches out, gently caressing his face, his lips, his throat, his chest...
The buttons of his shirt have been completely undone by her.
The buttons and zipper of his casual pants are also undone.
Rong Yan feels like a soulless corpse, or perhaps a large puppet, at her mercy.
The only thing Rong Yan feels when her hand touches his body is disgust.
Disgust to the extreme.
Just like the last time she touched him, disgust to the extreme!
But what makes Rong Yan even more nauseous is that she starts kissing him next.
She starts kissing him again!
She especially loves to kiss him.
His eyebrows, his nose, his eyes, his lips, his throat, his collarbone, the red fruit on his chest, his abs...
