He lowered his head and kissed those slightly swollen lips, every movement assertive yet gentle.
The room was filled with hazy warmth, alluring and tender.
...
The man's brows showed satisfaction after a feast, and he asked leisurely, "Is my body alright now, or should we check it again?"
Shen Zhimei glanced at him weakly, the flush on her face not yet faded, giving her gaze a unique charm, seemingly coquettish but not.
Unable to resist, Nan Ze turned over again, and Shen Zhimei, frightened, quickly raised her hand to block the man's lips that were about to descend, her voice unsteady and face flushed, "No... no need."
If it happened again, she might have to lie down at work tomorrow.
Nan Ze raised an eyebrow, held her soft, boneless hand, bringing it to his lips for a kiss, his voice deep and smiling, "Aren't you going to sleep? What are you staring at me with those big, watery eyes for?"
