Her kisses spread from the corners of Chen Nan's mouth to his cheeks, and then to his earlobes, nibbling at the sensitive flesh as her tongue gently twirled around, her voice murmuring unclearly, as if confessing years of inner loneliness and her obsession with Chen Nan.
The temperature in the room rose sharply, and the ambiguous atmosphere became overwhelmingly rich.
Their figures clung tightly to each other in this frenetic environment, seemingly freezing time; the entire world reduced to their rapid breaths and chaotic heartbeats, sinking into the forbidden, tempting whirlpool, unable to extricate themselves.
Chen Nan's reason flickered like a candle in a storm under Yan Jin's fervent, impatient kisses.
His hands, as if drawn by an invisible force, wrapped urgently and forcefully around Yan Jin's slender yet incredibly soft waist.
As if to feel, through the touch of his fingertips, the passionate heat bubbling within her like magma.
