Without stopping to taste the sweetness of her hardened cherries, Xu Qi's hand traced a line down her body, slipping between her legs.
Almost instantly, his hand was welcomed by the heat and wetness that had been gathering there. He first touched her over the thin fabric of her undergarments, making her squirm and whimper. Then, with a gentle tug, he pulled aside the material, revealing her most sensitive spot to the coolness of the night.
Miss Qinglin gasped as his fingers touched her bare skin, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through her body.
She was inexperienced, but the intensity of their shared cultivation and the bond they had formed made her more receptive to his touch than she had ever thought possible.
At the same time as he suckled on her breast, Xu Qi's skilled fingers began to explore Miss Qinglin's drenched sacred place.