I can only say, Captain Xie is not a man, he is a god... of disease.
Bowing his head, he fiercely kissed the woman's lips again, lingering or gliding between those soft and delicate lips as if worshiping the goddess in his heart, while the heat of his own body was gradually rising.
Helplessly, becoming increasingly lost in passion...
The skillful tip of his tongue gently tasted, entwined, probing each other's sweetest, softest inch of their mouths; in the darkness, their eager hands searched each other's bodies as if in worship.
The movie theater was such a provocative place.
Itching in the heart, itching on the body.
More genuine emotions were being performed than on the screen; it was a play of kisses involving two people, a love story of two souls.
Kissing each other as if to turn into ashes, it was as though they wanted to pour all their lifelong affection into this one kiss.