The Jade Gate was already a stream of flowing waters, and Chen Mo was inwardly shocked. He had not expected Chen Qiuwan to be so thirsty with desire—casually playing with her for just a moment had almost been too much for her to take. This proved just how eager she was at that moment.
Chen Mo's fingers began to skillfully stimulate Chen Qiuwan's most sensitive spots. Fine sweat had started to bead on the willowy waist of Chen Qiuwan, making her jade body even more luminous and translucent, almost as if it was radiating a halo of light from her hips.
Even a glance was enough to rise a robust desire; thankfully, Chen Mo had already been with Chen Qiuwan before and could somewhat resist the scene before him, not too impatient or desperate.
He kept stimulating Chen Qiuwan's most sensitive areas, and her cries grew louder and louder. Under the pink light, one could see Chen Qiuwan's body uncontrollably writhing and wriggling to meet his touch.
