The two bodies were pressed tightly against each other, and at this moment, Qi Jincheng's upper body was already bare, with only Su Yin's slip dress remaining between them.
The darkness amplified the sense of hearing and touch to the extreme. Su Yin slightly tilted her head back, passively enduring Qi Jincheng's advances as well as the igniting flames of his large hands.
Such intimate actions had been performed countless times between them before.
For Qi Jincheng, Su Yin was his most familiar fortress; he was the general on a high-stepping horse, flag in hand, ready to sound the charge for victory.
A few teases from him caused Su Yin to tremble slightly, her head tilted back as she let out a cat's purring, sticky moan.
Qi Jincheng directly lifted his hand and tore off the last bothersome piece of fabric. Although the room was dim, he could still clearly see the jade-like body beneath him.
