Huang qingwu was surrounded by han yichu's breath, and her whole body was a little blurred by the kiss. Her eyes were like silk, tender and bright, and the most touching.
Her body and mind had always been prepared for han yichu, and when she could breathe again, she couldn't help but hold han yichu even tighter.
She missed him both physically and mentally, and at this moment, there was a long-lost sense of familiarity between the two of them.
Han yichu felt it the most.
He had never had such intimate contact with a woman before. He had always been clean and honest. Even when he was with Helian man, he would at most hug and kiss her. He had never kissed her so deeply before. He had never desired her so much. He had never wanted someone so badly.
He had never felt such an uncontrollable heat before.
It was as if he had a desire for her in his soul, and he instinctively wanted to devour her.
Her deliciousness made him want to taste her again and again.
