The man was still kissing her, his hand gripping her waist, the other hand still in control behind her head.
Lu Xiaoyou noticed his breathing growing heavier. Her hands slid from around his neck to press on his chest.
Long Xiliang's pectoral muscles were firm, taut with tension, clear contours outlined under her touch.
Just when the man seemed about to break her tongue, Lu Xiaoyou gently pushed him, and he finally ceased his plundering.
Panting lowly, she licked her lips and said, "That's enough for now."
The pain in her twisted tongue made it difficult for her to speak clearly.
No sooner had she spoken than the man's eyes clearly displayed dissatisfaction. He looked like a child denied candy, gazing down at Lu Xiaoyou with drooping brows, a shallow bite mark visible on his thin lips.
Lu Xiaoyou reached out, her fingertip touching his lips, at that moment she couldn't quite explain her own feelings.
