She saw only him in her eyes.
Pei Heyan gently placed her on the large bed.
Caressing her cheeks delicately.
Under the dim glow of the bedside lamp, she appeared even more enticing.
He whispered faintly, "Wait for me."
He got out of bed to go to the bathroom, unbuttoning his shirt with one hand and looking back at Wen Tang again, bending over to kiss her on the lips.
Sometimes light, sometimes soft, he bit gently.
The strength was just enough to be a little painful but bearable.
Before leaving, he didn't forget to casually take his phone with him into the bathroom.
Wen Tang pursed her lips and turned her head to look at the shadow reflected from the bathroom.
Broad at the top and narrow at the bottom, his physique was strong, and even through the frosted glass, the outlines of his solid muscles and perfect Adonis belt and the inverted triangle were slightly discernible. Her face flushed a little, and she instinctively turned her head away.
But it was only for a moment.
