Su Qian's eyes were silky smooth and seductive, her eyes red from crying, still glistening with tears.
Her pure face was full of pitiful charm.
Yet, at this moment, her posture was filled with longing.
The white stockings only covered half of her thighs.
Beyond that was delicate and fair skin, with the private area covered only by a small black cloth.
Su Qian's skin was exquisite, perfectly described as soft to the touch.
Qin Chuan couldn't help but crouch down, staring at that mysterious spot.
At this moment, he realized the black cloth already had slight water stains, shimmering in the sunlight.
He couldn't help but reach out, undoing the silk belt tied around Su Qian's waist.
In an instant, the black cloth, now free of restraint, slipped onto the sofa.
The side of the black cloth that was against Su Qian's skin was so damp it seemed ready to drip.
Furthermore, it appeared somewhat sticky.
