The wind blew and trees swayed along in a slow dance. The sky was downcast with dark clouds swirling by. As a result, people's anxiety was getting higher and higher, worried that this phenomena would result in something ominous.
However, the two figures deep in the forest were busy entangling with each other, and all of the important matters were thrown to the back of their mind.
Ouyang Xueqing gasped as Mo Yujian's teeth sank into her plump lower lips. Then, a hot, silky sensation brushed against the seam of her lips before slipping inside. Ouyang Xueqing's eyes widened in surprise as she softly moaned, hands tightly grabbing the fabric on his back. However, the sounds were quickly blocked by his lips and tongues.
The intense passion and affection made Ouyang Xueqing's toes curl and for a moment, her mind was only filled with white. She could think of nothing but him, smelled nothing but his scent. Every single sense was invaded by the man's strong presence.
