The room was filled with a seductive, sweet fragrance.
On the soft, large bed, the sheets were in disarray. On it, two pale, glistening bodies were inseparably entwined.
Lin Shuqing tilted her head back to watch as her own little cherry was taken into his mouth. Her eyes gradually turned misty as alluring moans escaped her lips.
Her slender hands clawed aimlessly at Sun Zhe's back, her beautifully long nails almost piercing his flesh.
But Sun Zhe completely ignored the painful scratches on his back. His powerful, tiger-like body pressed down on her soft, fragrant form as he kissed and licked his way downward, occasionally glancing up to observe her enchanting expression.
Sun Zhe's lips and tongue finally arrived at the mysterious grove where soft grass grew.
Within that lush grove, a stream was already trickling, yet without the slightest unpleasant odor; there was only an alluring, sweet fragrance.
