When Chen Bin was about to take things further, his heart ablaze,
Thump thump!
The knocking at the door resounded, and Jiang Jing's voice came through, "Su Qin, how are you doing now?"
Startled into awareness, Chen Bin quickly got up and wiped off the thick fluid from his mouth and face.
Coming back to his senses, he saw Su Qin still panting heavily, her skin as if glazed with a layer of pink frosting, looking so enticing that Chen Bin wanted to bite into her right there.
"Cough cough..." Chen Bin then said, "Much better, Sister Qin."
"Can I come in?" Jiang Jing asked again.
At that moment, Su Qin took a long breath as if she had been through an intense dream and slowly came back to reality.
Once she regained her composure, she realized that Chen Bin's hand was still on her full, soft flesh, the entire bed damp as though soaked through.
Her clothes were disheveled, two tender grapes standing erect in the air, swaying within Chen Bin's grasp.
