Jia Lan lowered his head and kissed her softness, swirling slowly downward, leaving wet kiss marks.
Shen Tang felt as if her body was ignited, the tingling sensation making her let out a restrained low moan, her body softening like spring water.
His kisses continued downwards.
Shen Tang realized what he intended to do, her pretty face reddening, "No..."
She didn't get to finish her sentence before it was caught in her throat, leaving her unable to say another word. The man's onslaught already bore down.
Shen Tang lay on her back on the bed, her breathing chaotic; one hand plunged into his soft golden hair, the other gripping the bed sheet below, causing it to wrinkle, "Mm, don't do this..."
She was on the verge of madness.
Since when... did this guy learn such a trick?
It was truly embarrassing.
Shen Tang should have pushed him away, but the feelings Jia Lan brought her grew stronger, making her actions seem more like a shy, coy refusal.
Jia Lan made her know firsthand—
