When Bai Chenyao began to advance deeply, launching a relentless assault, prying open her lips and intertwining with her tongue, she lacked the strength to resist.
As for her body... Bai Chenyao looked cold and unyielding, like a thousand-year-old ice, yet he seemed to know exactly where she was most sensitive. With even the slightest touch, she couldn't help but tremble.
The two entwined tightly together once more—not intoxicated, but that feeling of being possessed by Bai Chenyao was as clear as it had been two years ago.
The only difference was that this time, the possession didn't seem as domineering and cold as two years ago. While tormenting her in a teasing manner, he watched her expressions change, coming up with ways to make her cry out.
Mu Tiantian was so ashamed she wished she could disappear, trying to hold back through gritted teeth, but whenever Bai Chenyao exerted force, she couldn't help but cry out.
