*Wang Jiarong (2)*

"Ugh… Leave me!"

Wang Jiarong's desperate cry filled the room as she twisted on the bed, her head shaking violently as if sheer will alone could stop him. But Wang Xiao didn't care. His lips trailed across her face, her neck, her collarbone—hungry and devouring every inch he could reach.

Her top lay discarded, leaving her skin bare—smooth as silk, soft as clouds, carrying the faint, intoxicating sweetness of peach.

She was irresistible, a woman at the height of her beauty, trembling beneath him, her protests fueling his heat.

His lips hovered near her chest, his breath warm and ragged as his gaze fell on her breasts—plump, overflowing, teasing him like forbidden fruit.

"Haaaaa!"

With a low chuckle, he buried his face between them, inhaling deeply as though her scent alone could drive him mad.

Her screams rang in the background, sharp and desperate, but they only made his grin widen.