In an instant, Zhi Ning's cheeks turned crimson like the setting sun. She quickly hugged Chen Mo's head, her delicate body quivering lightly, while her pale red lips bore white marks from her gentle bites.
The beauty had just finished washing up, and the military conditions were simple, so Zhi Ning did not wear perfume or rouge, leaving her with a natural and original scent. Due to the long journey, her skin was tight, offering Chen Mo a unique touch.
Zhi Ning felt her delicate body go somewhat soft. She wanted to push Chen Mo away, yet her body's instinct made her hold him even tighter, involuntarily letting out a soft moan.
This sound couldn't be described with words; it was utterly soothing to the core, eliciting the most primal power within men.
"Did...did you not eat enough dinner just now? I...I don't have any provisions left; why don't you stop eating me?" Zhi Ning was somewhat overwhelmed, and her physical longing caused her beautiful legs to tightly clamp together.
