The warmth of her skin ignited at his touch, and Han Li's breathing grew heavier.
He grabbed the hand that was starting fires all over him and placed it on his head. "An'an, touch me here."
It felt incredible. Yu An couldn't resist giving it a few more squeezes, drawing a muffled groan from Han Li.
His tail had recovered. The reason he had let Ao Wu accompany Yu An before was that his tail hadn't fully healed yet.
Now back to its fluffy state, it emerged and wrapped around Yu An's waist before slowly trailing downward, sending shivers through her.
"That tickles... Stop it..."
"You don't like it?"
Han Li chuckled, his hand on her body. "But you clearly do like it. You're already..."
"Shut up!"
Yu An's face was flushed red. "Be serious."
"No. Why should I be serious?"
But he insisted on talking, his words growing more enthusiastic and brazen by the second. Yu An had no choice but to silence him with her lips, which was exactly what he wanted.
