The fingertips that glided upward seemed to carry an electric current, causing Su Xiaoxiao's body to tremble uncontrollably.
"Mmm..."
She subconsciously let out a coquettish moan. Her curled eyelashes quivered, half-covering her eyes, which were misty and unfocused.
"Sweetheart, it's just the two of us now..." Jiang Yexun's husky voice spoke with a hidden meaning. Without waiting for Su Xiaoxiao's reaction, he buried his face in her neck, deeply inhaling the intoxicating, unique scent.
Su Xiaoxiao squirmed in discomfort, her arms weakly wrapping around Jiang Yexun as she pressed herself against him. Jiang Yexun could no longer contain himself and fiercely captured the red lips that were so close.
Clothes slid off with the movement of his large hands, as if he were unwrapping the most tempting gift. With no fabric to separate them, the sensation of skin against skin drove him nearly mad. He longed to etch his little wife into his very bones.