Her soft touch and sweet scent were like the most potent liquor, instantly shattering his defenses.
Almost subconsciously, he reached out and wrapped his arms around her soft, feverish body, awkwardly returning the sudden kiss.
Although Bai Wanwan's consciousness was hazy, her body's instincts and memories were exceptionally clear.
Unsatisfied with a simple press of their lips, she tentatively probed deeper.
At the same time, one of her restless hands had already slipped inside the collar of Jiao Yin's light, luxurious Jue Sha robes. Her cool, soft palm pressed directly against his firm, warm abs, caressing them without rhyme or reason.
Her touch sent a jolt of electricity through his entire body!
Jiao Yin snapped back to his senses, grabbing the wrist of the hand that was lighting fires all over him and running wild.
