Shen Qinglan heard Chen Nan's words, her eyes shimmering with a watery light, her red lips slightly parted, her breath fragrant: "Then... how do you want to melt?"
Her fingertips slid down his chest, tracing circles lightly over his clothes. It was the simplest touch, yet it ignited a spark of fire!
Chen Nan's breath hitched, and he suddenly clasped her waist, pressing her against the carved mirror at the entrance!
The cold mirror pressed against her bare back, making her shiver slightly. But she only smiled more seductively, even deliberately tilting her neck back so his lips could more easily press against her sensitive skin!
Her eyes were misty, exuding a strong sense of springtime charm, her voice holding a hint of coquettish sweetness: "Do you know that these days, every night I dream... it's of you?"
Her fingertips undid his shirt buttons, her red lips pressing against his collarbone, her tongue gently licking like a lazy, greedy cat!
