Then she moved and stood right in front of him and then reached her hands out and grabbed his face and pulled him closer to her, and then her lips touched his, and she gave him a slow and sensual kiss, her tongue slipping inside his mouth.
Their tongues danced together, their lips parting, their breaths mingling, their bodies pressed together.
An Zhihao's fingers trailed down his chest, her palms tingling, her mind clouded with desire.
"Brother Qiang..."
Her voice was a soft moan, her cheeks burning.
"Hm?"
Xu Qianghua watched her, his expression darkening, his gaze filled with hunger.
"Take me," she breathed, her eyes sparkling, her tone heavy with need.
"With pleasure," he growled, his hand moving down her body, his fingers sliding over her skin, his touch igniting a fire within her.
An Zhihao gasped, her eyelids fluttering, her pulse racing, her core throbbing, her thighs slick with arousal.