Chen Nan's lips had just touched the delicate pink when Wang Shuyao's body trembled slightly as if electrified; she let out a barely audible whimper, her voice tinged with shyness and impatience.
Chen Nan's heart raced, and he struggled to focus, gently sucking to ease Wang Shuyao's swelling pain.
His tongue, too, involuntarily began to move, lightly circling the sensitive area, igniting a flame with each touch.
The next moment,
A hot stream of milk slowly flowed into Chen Nan's mouth, unlike Lu Anran's fragrant and delicious taste; Wang Shuyao's milk still had a hint of fishy sweetness.
This did not make Chen Nan find it hard to swallow; instead, it offered a different experience that instantly ignited the desires in his heart.
A strange sensation spread between the two.
Wang Shuyao bit her lips tightly, trying not to make more embarrassing noises, but the waves of relief from her chest made her consciousness gradually blur.
