Sun Yao gave up struggling.
Her tender arms like soft lotus roots wrapped around Tang Feng's waist.
Feeling Sun Yao's soft arms, a smile that Tang Feng couldn't suppress appeared on his face.
He knew that Sun Yao didn't despise him.
Her reluctance was mostly due to inner conflict, not wanting to betray her husband again.
Tang Feng lowered his head.
He searched for a moment and then locked onto Sun Yao's red lips.
Sun Yao struggled at first, but soon she gave up her resistance.
They tasted each other but stopped short.
Quickly, they parted ways.
But immediately after, their lips found each other again.
This time, they kissed each other passionately.
Tang Feng's hands started to explore Sun Yao's slender body.
The soft silk nightgown, silkily smooth beneath the touch.
The slender back under his hands clearly outlined her perfect curves.
In terms of looks or figure, Sun Yao was second to none of the women Tang Feng knew.
