Her palm was pressed against Ye Xiao's firm chest. Cen Pan deliberately avoided his nipples that were protruding out of lust and only drew circles around them.
Ye Xiao grabbed the hand on his chest, with his eyes darkening as he said in a low voice, "Your hand is already injured, yet you're still so naughty. Looks like I have to punish you."
Ye Xiao pulled open the bedside table and swiftly took out a few pieces of cloth from the drawer.
"What is this for?"
Cen Pan had never seen these things before and didn't know when Ye Xiao put them in.
"It's to do you." Ye Xiao laughed evilly and sucked on Cen Pan's tender lips while his tongue lightly traced the contours of her lips.
Cen Pan could not stand the titillation coming from his lips and stuck out her little tongue to resist with all her might. However, she was defeated in a few moves and could only let Ye Xiao wantonly suck, lick, and move in.
