Feeling Jiang Ruorong's breath like orchids, along with her soft and feverishly warm body pressed tightly against his own.
The collision of softness and firmness, set Qin Qing's heart ablaze like a beast ignited.
He kissed the woman he deeply loved before him crazily, his hands greedily caressing every inch of her fervent skin.
"Take me, junior brother."
Jiang Ruorong's voice, like a nightmare, echoed in Qin Qing's ears.
Qin Qing's heart nearly exploded.
Having never experienced the matters of men and women and at the age when his blood ran hot, his heart blazed intensely like a raging flame.
He bent down, kissing down from Jiang Ruorong's red lips, chin, and neck.
Jiang Ruorong, too, was immersed in it, emitting intoxicated murmurs from her mouth.
But just at that moment—
"Yo yo!"
A cry of an eagle suddenly came.
Dabai swooped down from the sky, landing by the pond.
"Yo yo."
It called out to Jiang Ruorong in the water a few times, its voice tinged with urgency.
