Her drenched nightgown fell to the ground.
Yan Rusheng looked down and admired her small frame. She was like a precious piece of jade and he couldn't tear his eyes away from her. He didn't know where to lay his hands on first.
Water accumulated at her collarbones. Yan Rusheng bent over and gently splashed the water off with his tongue.
She felt ticklish every time his tongue touched her skin, so she retracted her neck. "Ah Sheng, it tickles."
"Don't move. Let me hug you for a while," Yan Rusheng said, moving his hands from her shoulders to her back. In actual fact, he was unbuckling her bra.
His mouth wasn't idle.
Xuxu couldn't stand this move of his. By then, he had completely defeated her willpower. "Ah Sheng, it's ticklish. Don't do this."
Women never meant what they said—that didn't exclude Wen Xuxu.
She protested coquettishly, her hands wrapping tighter around Yan Rusheng.
