Chapter 167 Don't Think About Escaping Me (3)_1

Wei Anning experienced Leng Youchen's "slick" and "oily" tongue, finding herself completely out of breath. She lay on his shoulder, gasping for fresh air as his kissing technique became ever more exquisite, numbing the tip of her tongue.

She was so moved that her heart pounded violently, pressed against her chest like a furnace, as if it might melt her at any second.

Leng Youchen kissed her temples lingeringly, her taste so sweet it seemed as though he could never get enough, always wanting to devour her. While kneading the soft flesh of her waist, he breathed heavily in her ear, "Wife, when will you give yourself to me?"

Anning's body trembled uncontrollably, the man's voice ripe with unabashed desire as his wandering hand quietly crept beneath the hem of her clothing, grazing her smooth back.

His whole body was tense and burning hot, the implication clear.