Song Yan gasped for air, her hands unsure of where to place them.
Her raven hair spread across the bed, her red lips slightly parted, her gaze hazy.
As the bathrobe hit the floor, Gu Chenxiao's muscular body was revealed to her. A rush of heat surged through her, and she couldn't help but swallow.
That instant visual impact struck straight to her soul.
She involuntarily clenched the sheets beneath her, feeling her heart might leap out of her throat—so rapid, so strong.
Gu Chenxiao curved his lip, his voice seductive and enchanting, "Want to experience how Brother's waist feels?"
Her face burning hot, Song Yan's gaze uncontrollably drifted down his body to his sharply defined abs, and lower...
Song Yan promptly averted her gaze, her expression turning quite bizarre and complex in a moment, "Chenxiao, my leg..."
Leg?
Chenxiao's glance became even more suggestive, his throat tightening.
It was a sensation that, just thinking about it, was maddeningly pleasurable.
