Slowly turning around, she sat down on the sleek black lacquered bedside table, her fingertips casually teasing the slightly curled long hair by her ear.
Her plump and fit legs elegantly crossed, reflecting an ivory sheen under the warm yellow light.
Tang Song's breath gradually grew rapid, a spark igniting in his eyes, his voice low with a commanding tone, "Ruannuan, come over."
Wen Ruan's red lips slightly parted; instead of moving, she beckoned him with a finger, "You, come here."
The "thump thump thump" of footsteps was particularly crisp in the quiet room.
Just as he reached out to touch her, Wen Ruan suddenly lifted her foot, gently kicked his abdomen, and with that momentum, leaped backward, directly rolling into the soft bedding.
Emitting a joyful chuckle.
Like a beautiful snake, she stretched out on the soft mattress, continuing to beckon him with her fingers, "Come here~"
Tang Song raised his eyebrows, "I see your behind itches again, doesn't it?"
