Gradually, Lu Nanchen unbuttoned the woman's outer garment, his hand snaking up underneath her skirt, and for the first time in his 26 years, Lu Nanchen understood the advantage of women wearing skirts.
It was very convenient.
The warmth radiating from Lu Nanchen's body was comforting amid the chilly winter, each touch was pleasant.
At this point, Yu Ting was occasionally moaning, which made Lu Nanchen's ears burn. The mole under her eyelid seemed especially enticing, with a flushed corner of the eye, extremely provocative.
Let's do it.
That was Lu Nanchen's final thought.
He pulled off his tie a few times and stripped off his annoying clothes.
All those books that Zuo Fugui had given him to read finally came into use tonight.
At this point, Yu Ting, who was being kissed, became even more dazed, solely caring about her own pleasure. Her upper body arched slightly upwards, kissing the man's Adam's apple naughtily and even biting it.
Buzz.
