"You... hmm... fire..."
The cool, thin lips formed an ambiguous curve, and Xing Liehuo's dense kisses fell on her forehead, eye corners, lips, and ears like raindrops, his words carrying his warm breath.
"Passionate little thing, don't rush, I'll take good care of you!"
Her body, quivering with a shiver, Lian Qiao glared at his handsome face close at hand, "Damn it..."
Her mouth was blocked again, damn it, this man deliberately twisted her meaning, and took away her right to speak, too.
Too hateful, too excessive!
Never giving her a chance to speak, Xing Liehuo's mouth turned up broadly with joy. He enjoyed teasing his Nini, feeling it a delightful pastime that relieves stress, brings comfort, and beautifies life.
In the blink of an eye—
Layers of clothes fell, and kiss marks followed.
The woman in his eyes, his Nini, looked so beautiful, her fair and tender skin blushing with shyness, as pretty as a dew-laden budding flower, delicate and sweet...
