Zhuang Xiyue suddenly let out a stifled moan, her body going limp: "Mmm...." She was immediately silenced by Yan Nanmo's kiss, the pleasure overwhelming, completely drowning her reason.
After taking a shower, Yan Song lay down next to Yun Ya, pulling her into his embrace. Yun Ya automatically found a comfortable position in his arms, curling up like a docile kitten.
Yun Ya had a good figure, her skin was firm and elastic, smooth and fair, the touch was simply too good. And then there was the scent of a young girl, wave after wave assaulting his brain, turning Yan Song's usually calm mind somewhat chaotic.
Taking several deep breaths, he silently chanted a purifying mantra in his heart. Instead, all sorts of R-rated images flooded his mind, growing increasingly restless within him.
He was truly masochistic to do this to himself.
Suddenly, he recalled her unusually abnormal reaction earlier in the car.
