One hand maneuvered its way down her jacket and underneath her sweater. His palm was warm against her skin. As the palm moved upwards, Song Yu inhaled sharply, flattening her belly but puffing up her chest.
His tongue drew across her teeth and invaded her mouth after melting her nervousness away. It found her warm, silky tongue, and began its twirling suction. At the same time, his hands pushed her bra up and grabbed the softness beneath it.
The fireworks outside were still exploding continuously, but the car separated both of them from the outside world. The sounds of explosions could be heard, albeit not so loud that it is ear-piercing. Light of various colors was faintly reflected on the fair skin of Song Yu's face.
The world inside the car felt unreal because of the illumination, making it seem like a dream or an illusion. She watched as a preoccupied Qi Chengzhi held her waist with his hand and propped it up while moving his body toward her.
