"Zhiyun."
Upon hearing the voice, Lai Zhiyun looked up, and Zhou Liao's kiss gently descended.
He stood by the bed, on one leg, with the other knee bent and resting on the edge of the bed, as he leaned down and cradled Zhiyun's face with both hands. His tongue gently pried open her pearly teeth, coaxing her tongue to join his in a tender dance.
In this kiss, Lai Zhiyun succumbed to the enjoyment.
She closed her eyes, feeling Zhou Liao's breath fluttering across her eyelashes. Their lips were tightly sealed, intermingling in a growing fervor. Gradually, Zhou Liao's hands left her face, moving to the back of her neck, and then her back, with gentle strokes.
Lai Zhiyun, inexperienced and sensitive, failed to keep pace with Zhou Liao's released passion, yet she was provoked until her cheeks burned and her heart fluttered wildly.
