Her face suddenly flushed red, her heart pounding like a drum.
When Lin Muxue finally parted, gasping for breath.
Tang Song did not stop.
He turned his head, moved closer on his own, his hands slowly moving downward.
Shen Yuyan let out a low cry, her eyes widening instantly.
But she didn't dare to push him away, she could only endure passively like this.
Just like this, in front of the splendid arched floor-to-ceiling windows, with Central Park's deep nightscape and Fifth Avenue's brilliant lights as a backdrop.
Tang Song had his arms around two assistants with different styles.
Kissing, parting, kissing again, parting again...
The air was filled with sultriness and humidity, and the interwoven sounds of the three people's breathing.
Tang Song's first night in New York was quite lively, even somewhat suffocating.
...
Eastern Time in the United States, December 17, 2023, Sunday.
Early morning 06:00.
"Whew—"
