Zhang Xiaomeng seized the opportunity, his tongue lunged straight in, burrowing into Li Qingxuan's mouth in search of that other fragrant tongue.
Jadescent Nectar was continuously exchanged between their mouths, Li Qingxuan being very passive and inexperienced, which further convinced Zhang Xiaomeng that she was untouched.
As Zhang Xiaomeng continued, one hand was no longer enough for him.
The other hand ventured into the depths of the secluded peach garden.
Li Qingxuan's nerves tensed up once again.
"Ah, Zhang Xiaomeng, don't mess around," she uttered vaguely from her throat, but it was too late; Zhang Xiaomeng had long turned a deaf ear.
A flame began to ignite in Li Qingxuan's heart; although this was her first time with a man, the soul-melting sensation was kindling an irresistible urge within her.
"Why do I feel such a longing?"
"Could it be that I am naturally wanton?"
No, that's not it, I'm not that kind of person.
