"Mm, you don't..."
Yao Rao didn't have time to speak to stop him before she suddenly felt a chill on her legs.
The last thin layer of constraint was swiftly pulled down by Sun Zhe.
The only sense of security vanished completely.
Sun Zhe knelt in front of her, forcing her to clamp his waist between her legs, eyes fixed on the lace panties tightly wrapping the soft mound, secretly swallowing hard.
In the haze, he could even smell a hint of fresh sweetness.
This "fresh sweetness" was not a metaphor but truly fresh and sweet, just like strawberries ripening under the blazing sun on a summer morning, emitting a tempting fragrance.
"Sect Leader Yao..."
Sun Zhe held his breath, his eyes almost ablaze, his whole body seemingly about to ignite, slowly reaching out.
A charming blush spread across Yao Rao's delicate face, recalling the scenes that unfolded that night at Celestial Prison Mountain, her body trembling with anxiety.
