Song Qinghuan straddled his waist, once again leaning in to lick his lips, "I know. I'm trying to please you. Isn't this what you want?"
"Are you sure this is what you want?" Shi Yuhuan asked again.
His body was on the verge of exploding with desire but he still maintained his cool. His self-control was extraordinary.
Song Qinghuan swiftly unbuttoned his shirt, "As long as it's what you want."
With that, she leaned down again, pressing her lips to his neck. She kissed and sucked, licked and nipped, leaving a trail of wet kisses from his neck down to his chest.
He could feel her lips on the peak of his chest, igniting an unfamiliar heat in his belly, just like before.
Song Qinghuan looked up at him, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes and a stunning smile on her face, "You say you don't like it, but your body is quite honest, little fairy!"
Shi Yuhuan almost choked on his own spit.
These words were exactly what he had said to her in the past. She was quite the actress.
