"Mmm...you...let go...mm..." Suxin's words already failed her, and as she raised her hand to continuously knock on Chen Ziqian's back, it only enticed him to deepen his movements.
The quilt slid off her body, and a rush of cold air swept over her, but in an instant, she was embraced in a warm hold, his large hands roaming her body, igniting waves of desire within her. The hands that were knocking on his back gradually weakened—a baffling helplessness even to herself, her whole body tingling, as if flames that had just been extinguished were now rekindling, burning fiercer than before. She was powerless to resist, knowing full well she should have pushed him away with all her might, yet her hands softly landed on his back, pulling him towards her.
She couldn't control her hands, nor her body. Mind and flesh were completely disconnected. The two kissed tenderly, engaged passionately, and finally fell back onto the bed.
"Susu, your body is far more honest than you..."
