Feng Lingxue lowered her lashes, before her small hands slowly undid his belt…
…
Ten minutes later, the strong stench of masculinity permeated the air. Xuan Ying's large hands were on her waist and he took heavy breaths as his eyebrows furrowed. Their faces were plastered against each other, their breath mixed into a mesh of heat and perspiration.
Feng Lingxue stirred.
"Where are you going?" He said huskily as he held her down. He was not happy.
"To get some tissues."
Feng Lingxue reached out with her small hands and grabbed a few tissues to wipe herself clean, then helped him tidy his pants and fasten his belt.
She was acting extremely obediently. Xuan Ying rubbed his nose against her face and gazed at her red lips through narrowed eyes. She did not have any lipstick on, yet her lips were still naturally shiny and red, which made him want to lose himself in them.
He swallowed and handed something to her. "This is for you."
