"Ha... haa..."
Ran Xueyi was panting hard after achieving her own climax. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted as hot breath came out of it and hit his right cheek and neck. Song Yu Han let her ride on her own climax until she calmed down.
Listening to her stifle her satisfied moans and pants, Song Yu Han suddenly placed both of his hands under the back of her thighs and stood up. Ran Xueyi screamed in surprise, hooking her arms tightly around his neck, afraid that she'll from this position.
Song Yu Han tightened his hands around her soft and creamy white thighs and suppressed that urge to pull down his own pants and do Ran Xueyi in that standing position.
They finally crossed the living room to the bedroom. Song Yu Han used one hand to support their bodies as he placed her gently in the bed in front. Then, he slowly unbuttoned his own shirt and threw it haphazardly on the flower.
