He hugged her thin waist and pressed his body against hers. He then kissed her soft lips, domineeringly yet gently.
She was completely taken over by him.
Su Yue couldn't keep up with his pace. She became slightly dazed by his intense and heated desire.
She pressed her palms against his back, no longer staying passive.
Her soft palms moved up and down his back gently.
How she wished she could have all of him.
Both of them started panting heavily.
Ming Ansheng slowly started kissing down her neck, stopping at the crook of her neck.
He rested the side of his face on her shoulder, weighing down slightly on her.
His hot breath became ragged, and Su Yue felt like her body was about to be set on fire. She came to her senses and pushed him away. "Uncle Ming, you're running a fever. Go and lie down. I'll help you relieve your fever."
She held his elbow and dragged him to the room.
