The joy of love stems from long-term intimacy and deep understanding. These hands have caressed more than Xu Yang's cheeks; he smelled the scent on that skin and immediately uttered the name Farosa.
"Throw away your clothes," Farosa's fingers moved through Xu Yang's hair.
Xu Yang's nanometer armor peeled off from his skin like flowing liquid, morphing into a vest.
Farosa's fingers, like venomous snakes, moved down from the top of Xu Yang's head, caressing and clawing; few things in the world were as seductive as these delicate and tender fingers.
Her index finger slid into Xu Yang's mouth as if offering a reward, bringing them even closer together.
Farosa was now shrouded in mystery, her body that of a capricious deity; her explorations grew bolder, and Xu Yang's responses, more fervent.