Having lost her sense of time, Fang Mo'er raised her hand weakly, throwing it up haphazardly. Not knowing where it would land, the skin she touched with her fingertips was burning hot and she found herself sweating profusely.
Her consciousness returned slightly.
The breath beside her ears continued to burn her body.
There were kisses, both light and heavy, teasing her collarbone and neck, giving her a series of overlapping stimulations one after another.
The constant trembling of her body caused her to not even be able to speak a complete sentence. And now, other than calling his name, she could not even think of anything else she wanted to say.
Her mind had gone blank, yet it was constantly being refreshed.
She raised her eyes to look at the person in front of her. His features were so beautiful.
She held his face with both hands and tried to kiss him, but he did not give her a chance to exert his strength at such a close distance.
