The man suddenly gave a muffled groan, then turned to bite her small chin. He kissed her chin like kissing her lips, rubbing or lightly biting, indulging in intimacy.
"Xiao... Uncle Xiaobao..." Ziyi whispered weakly, her voice incredibly soft.
Just four simple words, yet each syllable seemed to scratch at his heart, the itch nearly driving him crazy.
He suddenly let her go, panting heavily, his face deeply intense and sensual, controlled by desire.
Ziyi was like a dying fish, gasping for air, her hands trembling as they clutched at his collar, as if holding onto a lifeline.
Pei Yuanchen stared at her flushed cheeks, his lips tightly pressed together.
The woman looked pitiful after being ravaged, her lips swollen, her chin marked with red traces, and even light, ambiguous bite marks.
Her pupils were dark and moist, like black glazed glass after being washed clean.
He couldn't help but press down towards her center.
Ziyi finally came back to her senses from the dizziness.
