His kiss was urgent, fiercely descending, enmeshing her breath so densely it seemed as though he aimed to devour her.
Shi Mei slightly tilted her face to welcome his kiss, her hands already instinctively embracing and hooking around his shoulders, leaning on him for support.
Shi Lingyan's muscular arms encircled her waist, his thighs audaciously wedging between hers, sitting her on his lap.
His lips moved from hers down to her chin, her neck, and as he tasted her delicate skin, he nearly went mad with desire.
With a low gasp, Shi Lingyan's hand had already slipped under her clothes, his large hand probing inside.
The strength from his grip made Shi Mei involuntarily shudder, her hands tightening on his shoulders, pulling him closer as she breathed out, "Ah Ling..."
Shi Lingyan had long since lost much of his reason.
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Once things spiraled out of control.
