A faint scent of perfume wafted into his nose, stirring his heartstrings.
Her lips were just like her name, tender and soft.
He quietly kissed her for a while, and seeing that Wen Ruan showed no resistance, Tang Song grew much bolder.
He leaned forward, gently placing his hand on her leg.
Wen Ruan's legs were the epitome of shapely thighs, not overly slender but emphasizing health and a moderate muscular feel.
Strong and powerful, full and fleshy, the curves were smooth and round, very elastic.
Feeling the delicate and plump texture, Tang Song felt extremely elated.
After a moment, Wen Ruan gently bit his tongue and pushed him away, then swiftly rolled on the bed, escaping Tang Song's reach.
Looking at his luscious lips, Wen Ruan licked her own lips, feeling somewhat puzzled.
Tang Song had eaten a lot of barbecue that evening and hadn't had the chance to brush his teeth yet, so how could his mouth still be so fresh, causing her to lose control.
