Two people with no kissing experience were just sucking on each other's lips.
Zhao Yaqian tilted her head back, her eyelashes fluttering like butterflies.
"Zip—" The zipper was slowly opened.
The thin sun-proof jacket parted, revealing the white cotton base layer underneath.
The flat abdomen and the protruding truth formed an enchanting curve.
"Ah—" Zhao Yaqian opened her mouth, and the curve of truth began to change freely.
Heavy breathing was exhaled onto each other's faces.
Even through the clothes, Tang Song could feel an amazing tension.
Looking at his beautician friend's blush-flushed face, a sense of possessive contentment surged in his heart.
Thinking back to the scenes that had unfolded over the month he had known her.
He lifted his head.
Zhao Yaqian slowly opened her hazy eyes and said in a soft, cooing voice, "Brother Song, you…"
Tang Song met her gaze and smiled, asking, "Zhao Yaqian, do you have feelings for me? The kind between boyfriends and girlfriends."
