Jin Qingyan pulled his fingers out to see that it was covered in her fluids.
"Would you like to have a taste of yourself?" he teased, trying to move his finger near her mouth. However, An Xiaoning managed to dodge it quickly.
Shaking her head profusely, she said, "No."
He smiled and picked up a towel to clean his fingers. The alcohol had made his face slightly flushed, and he stared at her with an exceptional tenderness in his eyes, making her feel enchanted.
An Xiaoning closed her eyes and began kissing him again. The temperature began rising gradually.
....
Fang Erlan lay down onto the bed and stared blankly into space after sending An Xiaoning the text message.
Her mobile phone was placed beside her pillow.
She continued to let it vibrate quietly.
Despite having thought through it, she could not help but feel perplexed and frustrated.
She had no idea what she was waiting for or looking forward to.
