Xu Wendong eagerly kissed Lin Yiren's neck.
The scorching breath spilled onto her porcelain-like skin, instantly causing a fine layer of goosebumps to appear.
His tongue lightly licked, like a nimble snake's tongue, sliding along the curve of her neck.
His movements were gentle yet endlessly teasing, his teeth lightly biting, leaving marks like red plum blossoms on snow on her pale skin.
Lin Yiren's delicate body trembled violently, her hands instinctively grabbing Xu Wendong's hair tightly, fingers tangled in the dense strands, her breaths becoming increasingly urgent and melodious, like the enchanting song of a nightingale: "Wendong, be gentle..."
She murmured, yet her voice carried an unmistakable longing.
Xu Wendong's hand roamed freely over Lin Yiren's delicate body, gliding down her smooth back, his fingers gently sinking into the softness of her pert buttocks, feeling that astonishing elasticity.
