Fu Yanlin kissed and held onto Wen Sheng's slender waist, keeping her closely attached to himself.
If he could, he would certainly grind her into tiny pieces and absorb her into his body.
Their kiss evolved from gentle intertwining into a passionate pursuit. Their lips and teeth entangled like intertwined vines, reluctant to part.
Under the pouring light, Fu Yanlin held onto Wen Sheng, gradually moving towards the back of the door.
With one hand around Wen Sheng's waist and the other clutching the back of her head, he consumed her lips furiously and greedily.
Wen Sheng obediently closed her eyes, relaxed herself, and enjoyed the kiss as she followed Fu Yanlin's steps.
In the suite's living room, Xun Rangchu was scrolling through papers on his phone.
