"Mmn… Mgnmm… mmm…" She tasted me while I tasted her.
In that moment, the world outside seemed to fade into silence.
The flickering lanterns, the rustle of silk, even the scent of incense—everything dissolved into the background as Meng Hao and Su Lan lost themselves in the growing heat between them.
Their lips moved in harmony, again and again, each kiss deeper than the last. Breath mingled, hearts raced, and restraint began to unravel.
Their tongues met—tentative at first, then bolder, twining and dancing in a rhythm that neither had planned, but both surrendered to. Warmth surged through their bodies like a tidal wave, and the kiss, no longer restrained, burned with mutual desire.
As their kiss deepened, Meng Hao's mind swirled with sensation—the softness of her lips, the warmth of her breath, the delicate sweetness that lingered between each touch.
