Her voice was already pleasant, and with a hint of deliberation, combined with the warm yellow light's softness, it made the silent night extraordinarily captivating and enticing.
Gu Shaozhi curled his lips, "Miss Ji is praising me so much—do you have some motive?"
Her body was placed into the soft bedding, and Wanxia hooked her arms around the man's neck, his weight pressing down on her heavily.
Her black hair casually spread out like seaweed.
Her delicate fingers gently caressed the man's sharply defined face, starting from his thick eyebrows, passing over his handsome nose, thin lips, chin… Finally, her fingertips barely touched his Adam's apple.
All her movements were as light as feathers.
Wanxia lifted her eyes, meeting the man's intense gaze, her slender, beautiful legs slightly bent, slowly rubbing against his body.
