Yu Zexiao's hand gently caressed her lips, tenderly cherishing them as if it was the first time. Jian Anning's lips were soft and elastic, like jelly with a bouncy quality. Her upper lip was slightly thin, and the lip lines in the middle felt like imprints, softly as if they could flow with water.
As for the lower lip, it was slightly plump. Like fruits that have been under sunlight for a long time, sweet and tender, fresh and juicy, as if slightly bitten, sweet nectar would overflow. This contrast made it irresistible for him. Especially when they were in a state of emotional turmoil, a gentle bite like this... Many times, Yu Zexiao had a desire to truly bite her, to experience that sadistic kind of pleasure. But, she was his wife; harming her would make him heartache.
