Slowly Wilting and Withering

Ji Yan's voice was already pleasant to hear, but now he deliberately lowered it, making it even more seductive. Shen Hanxing felt as if tiny electric currents were surging through her body, causing her to tremble uncontrollably. Her delicate hand was held by Ji Yan's warm palm, giving her the illusion of being controlled by the man before her. The scent of pine wood, which smelled so good, lingered in her nostrils, and she was captivated by Ji Yan's unparalleled handsome face and his deep, dark eyes, which reflected her image.

Everything seemed just right... Shen Hanxing, as if enchanted, lightly bit her plump and rosy lips with her pearly white teeth. Her eyes shimmered like blooming flowers, waiting for the taste of the person before her.

Ji Yan's gaze grew even deeper as he leaned down and kissed Shen Hanxing's red lips. A faint chuckle escaped between their lips, "Is this an unhealthy thought? Or is there something even more unhealthy?"