A face imbued with sacred beauty was rapidly approaching...
The most striking feature was that beautiful small mouth.
It then pressed against Cao Xing's lips.
Lips touched.
In that instant, Cao Xing felt as if he was kissed by Holy Light, the soft touch as if by angel wings.
After a moment of bewilderment, Cao Xing came to his senses.
He reversed his hand to embrace this slender and sacred body.
Through the pajamas, he could feel the softness of Isabell's chest.
Already known before, unlike her stunningly beautiful features, it was her figure that was truly extraordinary.
Cao Xing's big hand wrapped around her waist.
Her smooth skin was like clean pebbles, bringing an unprecedented sensation.
The two lingered for almost three or four minutes, their body heat gradually rising, before they slowly parted.
At this moment, this sacredly beautiful, yet devilishly figured woman was cradled in Cao Xing's arms, her face exceptionally flushed.
