After the climax.
Tang Feng leaned against the headboard, with Han Bing's head resting in the crook of his arm. Her ample bosom rose and fell, rubbing against Tang Feng's arm.
The fair complexion of her face was flushed with a deep red.
Her eyes were brimming with seductive charm.
She savored the passion and wildness they had just shared, that ethereal pleasure that left her longing and intoxicated.
It was just too comfortable, too beautiful.
Indeed.
This was the beauty of being a woman.
However, she knew that the only man who could bring her such delight was the young man before her.
That slender leg of hers involuntarily sought to press closer.
But as soon as she moved.
A scorching pain seared from below.
With a gentle tremble of her delicate body, Han Bing's brows inadvertently furrowed.
Tang Feng lowered his head.
Seeing that trace of pain on Han Bing's face, his arm bent, and his large hand gently caressed her beautiful cheek.
