Yang Lingyun's hand went down to the hem of her casual joggers. With one swift motion he took them off along with her panties as he continued to kiss her.
He stroked the length of her toned thighs in a circular motion, teasing her.
Xia Lihua could help but moan in his mouth. She was breathless and felt like going insane. She was clinging on to his shoulder but his body had grown so hot that it was scalding.
Yang Lingyun pulled back, fingers moving to the buttons of his shirt. One by one, he undid them with unhurried precision, as if aware that her gaze was fixed entirely on him. Xia Lihua watched intently, her breath catching as the fabric fell open to reveal his toned, lean chest. His fair skin seemed to glow faintly under the soft light, highlighting the defined lines of muscle that spoke of strength without excess. In that moment, he looked almost like a living sculpture—an Adam carved to perfection.
