"There are so many women in the world, but why are you so persistent with only me?"
"Mind your own business."
Mu Yazhe pulled up her chin and inched his handsome face closer to her. Pressing his slightly chilly lips to the corner of hers, the warmth of his breath slipped through the gap between her lips and invaded her cavern.
His breathing gradually became unstable and a little shorter.
His thin, kissable lips journeyed back and forth across her neck. He landed soft kisses on her and ended up only wanting more. He was quite similar to those travelers who felt parched as they got lost in the desert; as for her, she was like a clean and clear magical spring. He tasted her continuously, but his thirst was not quenched.
His thin lips pressed along her elegant neckline, and his strong arms hooked across her slim and fragile waist. He applied strength on to her back, subsequently propelling her body closer to his chest.
