Chen Nan's Adam's apple bobbed violently as the cotton towel in his hand gently brushed across her flat, snow-white abdomen.
Wu Qiong immediately tensed, the outlines of six distinct abs casting enticing shadows under the candlelight, her skin tingling with tiny bumps from the tension.
When the warm towel slid to her delicate navel, Wu Qiong suddenly let out a sweet, soft moan, her slender waist arching up involuntarily, rubbing a seductive mark on the bed sheet.
"Don't... that's very sensitive..." Her voice carried a broken sob, ten fingers wrinkling the bed sheet into disarray, knuckles turning a pale blue-white.
Chen Nan deliberately lingered a moment longer on that cute little indentation, lightly turning the towel's edge.
Wu Qiong's legs trembled lightly, the skin on the inside of her thighs turning an inviting pink, glistening with a moist sheen under the candlelight.
