Through her thin clothes, he planted a kiss on her skin, which could clearly sense the warmth from his lips.
Together with the burning heat from his palms assaulting her senses at once, it made her feel as if her whole body was being burned like firewood.
Even through her clothes, Han Zhuoling could clearly feel the curve of her collarbones.
How beautiful it was.
Han Zhuoling tilted his head slightly and saw that the exposed skin beside her shirt collar had turned pink.
Her skin was smooth and soft. The pinkish hue it took on now also had a sweet scent, making Han Zhuoling feel a little restless.
His arms swiftly encircled her waist firmly.
Shi Xiaoya stiffened nervously, unable to relax at all in his arms.
Han Zhuoling sensed that, and his lips trailed from her shoulder to the edge of her collar.
Half of his lips was on her shirt.
The other half was already searing her skin without any obstruction.
