Her hand unintentionally slid to the man's waist, her fingers brushed over the rough, uneven patch of skin there, and for some unknown reason, her heart skipped a beat.
Her hands, almost involuntarily, lingered there, her palms gently caressing the area.
The movement was unconsciously tender.
The man's entire body stiffened, and then the rhythm of his frenzied kisses also grew gentler with the touch of Ji Anning's soft little hands.
His kisses slowly moved to Ji Anning's lips, nibbling and licking.
So light, so soft, so warm.
The tenderness provoked an illusion in Ji Anning's mind. She closed her eyes, her hands on the man's waist slowly moved up, hooking around his neck.
She reciprocated his suddenly gentle kisses, with the image of that proud youth in her mind. He smiled faintly in the sunlight, with a touch of devilish charm, a glance that dazzled for a lifetime.
Her arms wrapped tighter and tighter, passionately, crazily, responding to the man on top of her.
