How could Shen Chengjing stand up to his taunts. Tease, she reached out to hold his big palm, her whole body pressed against his, helpless and at a loss.
Mo Yanchen’s slender fingers followed her neck, around her back, and gently lifted her body. Her body kept rubbing against each other, as if the big bed had become smaller.
“Uncle.”Shen Cheng’s calm breath started to become unstable. Her clear eyes became blurred, and her expression became erratic. Her small hands gripped his nightgown tightly.
His clothes were already torn into a mess. He took the opportunity to lower his head and nibble on her delicate collarbone. Sparks danced in his silent black eyes.
Her call, as he went deeper, turned into a low moan. The DIM yellow table lamp, the light became more and more hazy, and her clothes were replaced by a hot body.
The light curtains hanging by the window fluttered with the breeze, as if they were sending a love message in the dark night..