Ye Ning could feel his muscles, carrying his warmth, pressing close to her body.
Those defined muscles, caressing her, were distinctly stimulating her skin.
It made her uneasy, wanting to twist and turn.
It was as if she could anticipate what was about to happen; her body trembled, resisted, and yet yearned...
Such complex reactions made one feel like they were suffering in turmoil, desperately needing some comfort.
At this moment, her wriggling motions made it even harder for him to restrain himself from wanting to tightly embrace her.
His large hands roamed over her body, kneading gently, until her breath became more ragged. He even reached with his lips, searching for something, biting into her lips, finding some comfort; she demanded even more fiercely.
Bite by bite, as if she wanted to devour him.
Mu Yeli gasped, grasping the roses below, crushing the fragrant petals into a fragrant pulp. He felt himself already sinking in, but couldn't truly immerse himself.
