Chi Xiaoyu raised her middle finger at her. "There you go again, acting all stuck-up..."
Yeh Cangqiong smirked wickedly, turned his body slightly, and cupped her face with both hands.
Her lips were soft and silky, carrying a faint sweetness in their scent.
He could never get enough.
Especially the unique fragrance emanating from her body, which gave him a sense of peace and calm.
After this deep intimacy, he gently let her go.
At that moment, both of their breaths were a little erratic.
