The soft red cherry adorning the snowy plateau grew firmer under Yang Fan's relentless sucking.
"Mmm... Mmm..." Wei Juan hooked her hands around Yang Fan's neck and let out sultry moans like fragrant breaths.
Despite her best efforts to restrain herself, the sounds inadvertently slipped out.
Her face turned increasingly flushed, rapidly changing to a deep blush.
Her long legs, draped over Yang Fan's lap, intertwined restlessly, rubbing and pressing against each other, as her buttocks unconsciously moved closer to a certain part of Yang Fan, starting an incredibly subtle friction.
Even though Wei Juan's actions were quite discreet, how could such movements escape Yang Fan's senses?
He was extremely sensitive and excited at that moment; even a slight movement was distinctly felt, let alone such soft rubbing.
