"Mm-hmm... Witch Master, don't..."
"You're tickling me..."
Faced with Sun Zhe's fiery passion, Lin Miao quickly surrendered. She reached out to tightly embrace his head, actively arching her chest toward him as if afraid his fiery lips and tongue might miss her sensitive and tender spots.
Her ten fair, jade-like fingers continually explored his hair as she strained her swan-like neck. Her mouth was slightly open, letting out captivating moans. She allowed Sun Zhe to leave wet, warm kiss marks on her neck and collarbone. What she didn't even realize was that her beautiful legs, which had only just recovered, had already unconsciously clamped onto Sun Zhe's waist.
Amidst the heat, Sun Zhe suddenly propped himself up into a kneeling position, gazing fervently at the beauty beneath him. "Miaomiao, how about we just get straight to it?"
Lin Miao's face flushed crimson. Gently biting her knuckle, she turned her face away and whispered coyly, "Then go ahead."
