Xu Chaomu's body was trembling slightly, and every touch of Shen Chi made her heart race uncontrollably.
After living together for so long, she was still particularly sensitive to his touch.
Shen Chi's kisses were meticulous and gentle. Gradually, they made her feel as though she was in a springtime forest, with willow fluff fluttering down, tickling her neck and shoulders...
"Hmm..." Every time, he could stir up an itch in her heart.
"Little Fairy..." Shen Chi rasped with a voice full of passion.
Soon, the temperature in the room rose sharply.
The two embraced each other, and Shen Chi's movements gradually quickened from their initial slowness, adding a hint of dominance to his tenderness.
The alluring night, the deep winter, and the hazy moon converged to paint an enchanting scene.
The bedroom was warm, and Xu Chaomu gradually sank into Shen Chi's tenderness. It was as though she was drifting in soft clouds—sometimes rising, sometimes descending, delightfully buoyant.
