They fix their gaze on each other, their heavy, blurry breath filled with each other's scent, triggering their hormones.
"Lu...Lu Ming!"
Lu Ming hasn't done anything, he's just looking at her like this, pressing himself against her softness.
She is already so entranced that she couldn't help but moan his name.
Lu Ming looks at her fixedly, every cell in his body, every drop of his blood clamoring, his desire for her growing more ravenous.
Lu Ming makes no move for a while, continually telling himself not to rush, to be gentle, not to leave marks on her every time.
Despite this, his pounding heart, his parched lips, slowly move closer.
The moment he touches her soft lips, it's like a surge of electricity, causing all rationality to collapse.
The next second, he kisses her ardently, taking possession of her lips.
His large hand slips into her clothes, his hot palm against her skin, pressing and kneading.
His actions, while possessive, are not devoid of gentleness.
