Subconsciously, Lin Xi thrust out her proud chest, making it rounder and more erect, hoping to catch Li Qiang's attention. Li Qiang didn't disappoint Lin Xi's expectation; his fingers gradually moved downward, exploring beneath the towel.
The soft touch at his fingertips, Li Qiang licked his dry lips, his fingers involuntarily gliding over the front of Lin Xi's chest.
That delicate skin, tangled at his fingertips, the faint outlines, were incredibly alluring.
Despite the roars of desire within him, Li Qiang still restrained himself. He suppressed the fire in his heart, dried Lin Xi's hair, blew it dry, and then carried her into the bathroom.
Li Qiang, patient and controlled, gently placed Lin Xi onto the bed, then devoutly bent down to untie the towel at her chest.
As the towel fell off, the girl, delicate as a flower petal, was revealed before Li Qiang. No matter how many times he'd seen it, her exquisite body was always enough to make his blood boil.
