In the dimly lit underground parking garage, Lin Fan held Zhu Dan tightly in his car as if trying to merge her into his body.
He freely savored her plump, fragrant lips, their tongues battling against each other. Their love was an unstoppable torrent. Their breaths, quick and chaotic, mingled in the confined space, their heavy panting filling the air.
Lin Fan's kisses slowly became more fervent and bold, his lips gradually sliding toward Zhu Dan's neck, softly kissing her delicate skin like a butterfly touching a flower. His breath brushed against her neck, bringing a tingling sensation. Zhu Dan, with her eyes closed in a daze, tilted her head slightly, exposing her slender neck, letting Lin Fan's lips move across it—sometimes gently, sometimes passionately, as if narrating endless love.
