The little lady's smooth contour lines may not be stunningly perfect, but they exhibit a gentle and serene image.
She tilted her head, passionately responding to the kiss just now.
Li Beijue's heartstrings seemed to be plucked, and his breath quickened.
He restrained the flame rising in his abdomen, pulling her back slightly, warning in a hoarse voice, "Chi Enen, don't push it!"
His voice was filled with granularity.
The huskiness was enticingly sexy.
Chi Enen, her eyes hazy, was dissatisfied with him pushing her away at this moment, the anxiety in her chest almost driving her mad.
She instinctively raised her head, leaning towards his thin lips.
The familiar scent of agarwood wafted over, momentarily calming her anxious emotions.
"Chi Enen!"
Li Beijue gritted his teeth.
His breath rapid and heavy.
He pressed on her shoulder, signaling her not to come closer.
Did she think he was a saint?
Coming so close, if this isn't pushing it, what is?
