This was the first time Song Guanchao and Wu Qiangwei lay together in bed, both fully aware of each other's feelings.
The opportunity was rare, the night short, and Song Guanchao was unwilling to waste any time.
Under his skillful touch and kisses, Wu Qiangwei felt as if she were enveloped in warm spring water, each sensitive part of her body sending waves of pleasure that made her want to moan aloud.
Yet Song Guanchao covered her mouth, muffling her voice so only muffled sounds escaped.
Song Guanchao wanted to hear her moan, but there were people outside.
He planned to stay up late and explore every part of Wu Qiangwei's body thoroughly.
So he had to keep the volume down.
A few minutes later, the new bedsheets were marked with fresh wet spots.
Seizing the moment, Song Guanchao sat up again and leaned close to her lips.
Wu Qiangwei gazed at him with hazy eyes, her rosy lips slightly parted.
