Xie Yuan seemed unsatisfied with just her lips, briefly leaving them only to lightly nibble along the side of her neck.
Trailing lower.
Su Miaomiao's eyes reddened, letting out an intolerable whimper.
The side of her neck was numb and aching, yet it brought a strange, tingling sensation.
Xie Yuan seemed to know exactly how to pleasure her, how to make her let down all her defenses.
Unable to hold back any longer, a sound was forced from her throat.
"Xie Yuan…"
Xie Yuan, who was buried in her collarbone, paused briefly before taking a deep breath and looking up at her.
"Dropping the act? Are you satisfied with my 'service'?"
Even the usually indifferent him had a few more traces of suppressed emotions on his face at the moment.
He sat up a little straighter but still didn't let go of the large hand wrapped around Su Miaomiao's waist.
The cold Buddha Beads slowly turned, helping him regain his composure, bit by bit.
