His lower abdomen was agitated, and he held her petite hips with one hand, pressing her against the edge of the bathtub.
Moonlight danced on the water surface, surrounded by the fragrance of flowers. In the misty steam, her white and tender body was forced to be pressed against him, her slightly rising chest and wet eyes resembling an innocent fawn cornered by a hunter.
He couldn't resist lowering his head to kiss her.
Her soft lips exuded the fragrance of flowers, sweet and enchanting as always.
Her soft little hand weakly pushed against his chest: "Lu Shifeng..."
He kissed her again, spreading her legs wider, and effortlessly entered her aided by the flow of water.
