Yue Wuhen actually followed suit and fell down, and at this moment, he looked at Su Muyao, his eyes filled with her figure, just as his heart at this moment was full of her.
After pushing Yue Wuhen down, Su Muyao felt a bit timid as she climbed on top.
She felt she was bullying Yue Wuhen.
She felt a little embarrassed.
Indeed, she had never done this before.
At this moment, Yue Wuhen's long hair was scattered behind him, his appearance was exquisite, and within his cool and mysterious aura was endless warmth and tolerance, looking at her like a timeless, beautiful painting.
His eyebrows were gentle and shallow, with a soft smile, seemingly encouraging her to continue onward.
Su Muyao gathered her courage, leaned down, and gently kissed Yue Wuhen's lips.
His body carried a warm temperature, and touching it felt like being electrified.
Su Muyao continued to kiss him lightly, without any other movements.
But Yue Wuhen was already ignited with flame.
