Xia Feng lowered his dark eyes, gazing at the round shoulder bones near the lips and nose, resembling two elegant yet sexy tiny crescents, glimmering with a glossy sheen.
The fine beads of sweat slid into the skin of the woman's collarbone,
he breathed more rapidly, as his thin lips lowered, simultaneously pressing down on Cha Naixue's lightly trembling shoulders, inhaling, sniffing, and licking at her snowy neck.
"Soo—soo—"
The woman in the snow dress dashed across the continuous treetops, each flicker allowed her to travel a hundred miles forward.
Under this rapid flight, the surrounding scenery seemed to rewind in time, all transforming into a floating, blurry stream; she lowered her eyelids, casting a shadow.
At this moment, she couldn't see anything else, couldn't hear anything else, only felt Little Feng's increasingly heavy breath in her embrace, and Little Feng's never-before-felt desire for her.
