It was actually alright, she could still eat the fish, and it seemed to taste pretty good.
Actually, she didn't want to eat it initially, nor did she taste it. It was a psychological effect, she assumed that it would not taste good and that she would not be able to eat it.
Song Qinghuan stared at him, her cherry-red lips pursed in a pout, their allure tempting and ripe like a peach, ready for picking.
Shi Yuhuan could barely resist, and he gently kissed her lips.
This kiss caused him to lose control a little, his hands wandering up and down her waist, finally unsatisfied with simply touching her clothes, they reached through, uninhibited.
Song Qinghuan was uncomfortable, pushing against Shi Yuhuan's shoulders, but Shi Yuhuan didn't push any further.
Of course, he knew he couldn't go further.
