"Chen Yiran stopped his actions, slightly raising his head. His deep, black eyes gazed at her mysteriously. After a while, his thin lips slightly parted, his voice carrying a hint of seduction as he asked, "Are you sure you don't want it?"
Tianxin awkwardly squirmed, her face flushed red.
"..."
Chen Yiran continued to lower his head, kissing her soft abdomen.
"Stop..."
Tianxin couldn't help but arch her body, trying to evade his kisses.
"Don't move."
Chen Yiran reached out, gently holding her down, and after a low warning, his slick tongue softly lapped at her tender petals in circles, making Tianxin shiver uncontrollably.
"Don't..." Tianxin felt a little embarrassed, instinctively wanting to escape.
Despite this, Chen Yiran's grip on her was tight, not allowing her any room to flee.
Chen Yiran, in a manner of punishment, teased her flower bud back and forth with the tip of his tongue.
"Ah..." Tianxin couldn't help but shudder, desperately trying to wriggle away from him.
