Back on the bed, Wang Xiao gently grasped Wenxi's wrist, slowly removing the hand that was shielding her chest.
Wenxi averted her gaze, staring off in another direction, her face flushed with both embarrassment and conflict.
A wave of satisfaction washed over Wang Xiao as he finally laid his eyes on her body, unguarded.
It had been two years since he had last seen her like this, and yet, her soft, plush form had only grown more enticing.
The sight stirred something deep within him, and he couldn't help but marvel at how delicate and full she seemed.
His hands moved instinctively, cupping her breasts with reverence, as if they were treasures he had long coveted but had been denied for so long.
Wenxi flinched slightly at his touch, her breath hitching as his hot breath skimmed over her chest.
