She felt itchy all over, like Zhou Wang's fingers, those of a pianist, gently gliding over her skin.
In the end, Ji Xiaoxi just picked up her phone and burrowed into the blanket.
Gradually, some indescribable fluctuations and suppressed, pleasant nasal sounds began to ferment in the small, dark space.
...
The clock on the wall pointed to three in the morning.
After carefully placing Su Yajing, who had fallen asleep on his body in the bath, onto the bed and pulling up the blanket to cover her jade-like body, Zhou Wang finally let out a deep breath, relaxing completely.
He should have been very tired, but somehow Zhou Wang found himself more alert.
Perhaps it was because Su Yajing was so cooperative, allowing Zhou Wang, who hadn't let loose like this in a long time, to be thoroughly satisfied. Thus he remained in an excited state.
