Mo Xiaomeng froze for a moment and her face reddened.
The corner of his mouth turned up in a smile as Ye Sijue gazed at her beguilingly. His warm, soft tongue entwined with her finger as though he were tasting a delicacy as he slowly licked and sucked on her fingers.
Mo Xiaomeng never knew that her fingers were so weak to tickles.
The fingers were naturally sensitive parts of the body, so she could clearly feel the warmth and softness of his tongue.
Her hand quivered, and she instinctively tried to pull out her finger.
Ye Sijue didn't stop her. When she pulled out her finger, his large hand reached out, clutched her little head, and pressed her toward him.
His lips rested on her cherry lips.
Two pretty pairs of lips came together.
Unhurriedly, he started with a slow caress, as though showering her with affection.
