This seductive gaze was too much for Zhang Yang to withstand; he reflexively picked up Xia Xue and laid her down on the hood of the car, thoughtfully cushioning beneath her with his short-sleeve shirt.
"Cousin, you had your taste of me just now, and now, it's my turn to taste you."
Xia Xue wanted to refuse because she was already so sensitive.
She was like a delicate flower that might shatter upon touch, but before she could refuse, Zhang Yang had already bitten down.
He used his teeth as well to gently grasp that pink little cherry.
The feeling, a mix of pain, itchiness, and numbness, made Xia Xue unable to stop herself from crying out loudly.
"Ah… no, no, this is too much; your cousin can't take it."
Zhang Yang chuckled wickedly, his hand also reaching for that hairless sacred area.
Since returning from the park, Xia Xue hadn't had the chance to shower, and when Zhang Yang touched her, she was still damp.
