At that time, Shen chengjing had been a little sleepy and absent-minded. When the curtains fluttered, she had tugged on his bath towel, so she had indirectly teased him.
She just pulled off her bath towel and looked at it. She didn't mean anything else.
"Cheng, you picked the fire yourself. You need to know how to put it out." The man's fingertips landed on her waist, moving around and landing on her beautiful back.
Shen chengjing licked her lips. Her pink lilac tongue had inadvertently seduced every nerve in the man's body.
Mo Yanchen lowered his head and his sexy lips landed on her. He licked her gently and his fingers moved slowly like he was playing the piano. His lips landed on her back and moved to her abdomen.
"Uncle," Shen chengjing's eyes glazed over as she was kissed by him. She reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, lifted her feet, and deepened the kiss.
