She was sitting in front of the dressing table while ah ze was crouching on one side, his arm around her waist. Mo Zitan was leaning back, and her beautiful hair was like a waterfall.
"A-ze, a-ze." She kept calling out the man's name.
She had not seen him for a week, and the feeling of missing him had already seeped into her heart, bones, and lungs.
Ah ze's breathing was rapid. He kissed every inch of her skin, and his tongue flicked her ...
"Ah ... A-ze. " She called out in a low voice.
Mo Zitan's body felt like it was crawling with ants and thousands of insects were biting her, sapping all her strength and leaving her with nowhere to escape.
Ah ze kissed her entire body, kissed away the sweat on her body, and tasted the most beautiful part of her body ...
"Ah, a-ze, don 't." She called out softly.
At this moment, their eyes were blurred. Other than each other, even the wind could not interfere with them.
