The water Shen Fang fed into Wen Jiu's mouth was minimal, and much of it spilled out.
It trickled slowly along both their lips, soaking their clothes.
Wen Jiu let out a soft, broken kitten-like sound, causing Shen Fang's whole body to stiffen.
It was as if electric currents ran down his spine, a tingling sensation spread from his tailbone throughout his entire body.
The strands of fragrance lingered at his nose, the warmth of her lips incredibly soft, as if the tyrannical factor within Shen Fang had been activated.
If he endured this anymore, he wouldn't be a man!
He held Wen Jiu's nape a little more firmly with his large hand, and involuntarily wrapped his other arm around her slender waist.
What started as a gentle kiss turned into a forceful deep invasion.
The person in his arms began to breathe rapidly, Wen Jiu felt like a drowning person, struggling desperately to rise to the surface for air.
