His molten gold eyes darkened into a glazed caramel shade. Like a fish out of water, he gaped, opening and closing his mouth several times. It suddenly became so hard to breathe.
"Oh, Let me pick that up for you." Li Meirong kept her head low as she bent down, her porcelain arms sweeping across the floor to pick up the fallen sticks.
Sometimes, the most innocent of situations can instantly become suggestive.
"Hn." Bai Qingyue grunted, his slanted eyes narrowed as they locked on the bane of his existence while she bent down dangerously close to the juncture of his legs.
However, the girl remained as innocent as ever. Bright, lucid eyes stared back at him from her kneeling position. Like a ripe fruit begging to be bitten, Li Meirong looked sweet and tempting.
His imagination was certainly working overtime tonight. He couldn't help picturing her small juicy lips clamping on the tip of his shaft as her fair hands worked their way up and down, just as they had done before.
