Tong Xiaohua buried her head in his chest and was unwilling to lift it up for a long time. Yan Bo first swept his hand over her back, and then, with his eyes drooping to look at the top of her head, he raised his hand and firmly rubbed a few times.
"What's wrong? Missed me?"
Tong Xiaohua nodded heavily twice in his embrace and replied in a muffled voice, "Yes, I missed you to death!"
Yan Bo chuckled, his hand moving from her head into his embrace, pinching her chin, lifting her head.
Bowing his head, he deeply sucked on her lips a few times before finally releasing her.
Yan Bo exhaled lengthily, like a smoker whose addiction had finally been sated with a few puffs, his craving temporarily alleviated.
Tong Xiaohua leaned weakly against his chest, feeling as if her strength had been drained by his nibbling, her arms, very naturally, wound around his waist.
Their posture was extremely intimate, and at the same time, highly suggestive.
