He drifted over her like a boat, from the tip of her hair to the point of her toes, swaying through over a hundred centimeters.
Little by little, he took possession.
Sweat, breath, fingertips, ceaselessly rising and falling, her poise utterly disrupted.
"…"
She didn't know the correct response for the moment.
All she could do was blindly follow the call of her genes, her voice pitched as if locked together, as if any attempt to control it was futile.
"Hmm, hmm mmm…"
She felt the tight string in her mind as if it had started to crack.
It was about to break.
Guan Yongyi twisted her body, trapped between the man's waist, no longer able to close.
Her ankle was firmly grasped in Lu Jincheng's palm, tightly held.
Or rather, it had already been defenseless.
Just now, when she was applying body lotion in the bathroom, she was already unguarded.
Her legs were so slender and fair, enticing even to girls when touched.
