The two people who understood each other's hearts naturally felt sweet and excited in their hearts, and even their passionate kiss became more fervent and lively.
Their breathing grew heavier, as if both were longing for something.
But considering Nangong Ran's physical condition, Di Mingchen still held back, reluctant to part from her red lips.
Yet she seemed somewhat unsatisfied, her misty eyes glistening like a kitten seeking affection, extremely alluring.
"Second brother..." she murmured, extending her tongue to lick her lips in discontent, even her petite body couldn't help but nuzzle against him.
A thin layer of sweat formed on Di Mingchen's forehead, flames seemed to ignite in the depths of his dark eyes.
However, his self-control was incredibly strong, restraining from the brink of collapse, his voice hoarse, "Xiaoran, you can't, your body is still..."
