Already burning with desire, Zhao Chi couldn't withstand such temptation. Thus, his already heavy breathing became even more hurried in that moment.
Especially the friction coming from below, that bone-eroding tingling sensation almost made Zhao Chi feel like his soul was about to fly away.
This feeling of numbness was strange; even Zhao Chi himself couldn't tell if it was comfortable or uncomfortable. Meanwhile, Zhang Xiaorui's hand was like a juicer, ceaselessly playing with Zhao Chi's lower parts.
Zhao Chi wasn't about to show weakness either. His hand slowly moved downward, touching Zhang Xiaorui's voluptuous thighs, and Zhang Xiaorui immediately let out an excited moan.
Zhao Chi let out a wicked smile as he glanced at Zhang Xiaorui. In the dark bedroom, the faint moonlight filtering through the curtains allowed him to vaguely see Zhang Xiaorui's face, filled with budding lust and her misty, water-filled eyes twinkling non-stop.
