Chen Ningxi sat up from the bathtub, water dripping, and wiped her face. "Were you awake or pretending? My pajamas are all wet."
At this moment, the pale pink nightgown was soaked by the water, clinging to her body, outlining her graceful form. The fabric was as thin as gossamer, with a sudden burst of charm. Cheng Qiaobei was completely awakened by the scene before him, a shadow of desire under his damp eyelashes. His Adam's apple bobbed as he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her into his embrace, kissing her madly before she could react.
He was clearly exhausted, yet when he held her, he was filled with an inexhaustible energy.
The kisses drifted from her cheek down to her fragrant shoulder, slipping off the thin shoulder strap. His scorching lips pecked and sucked, while his well-defined hand roamed her body with greedy caresses, igniting burning desires everywhere it touched.