A high-pitched voice intermingled with a low-pitched concerto, and the dimly-lit bedroom returned to a state of calm.
Ayesha curled up in front of Jiang Chen's chest. Her white and delicate skin was filled with a seductive blush, just like a ripe shrimp. Jiang Chen combed her bangs then caressed her messy hair.
Still immersed in a fascinating pleasure, Ayesha wiggled her petite nose and moved closer to Jiang Chen so she could enjoy the aftermath of climaxing.
No matter how many times he tasted her, Ayesha always intoxicated him. It wasn't because of her petite and fit body nor her stunning beauty but it was because of her gentleness, as if she never knew what rejection meant. Regardless of how embarrassing the proposal might be, she never resisted and instead, she prepared herself for the ultimate pleasure...
