Mu Xiangwan was gasping heavily, feeling waves of dizziness and her mind teeming like a stampede of horses or a surging tide, completely overwhelming her.
The cramped bathroom was instantly enveloped in curling steam. Just as she felt like the air in her chest couldn't catch up with her heartbeats, Su Chaoyang finally released her lips, gasping heavily, and the two clung to each other face-to-face, gazing intently into each other's eyes.
Her eyes flickered, her eyelashes curled, her cheeks flushed with a rosy hue, and through the thin mist, Su Chaoyang thought the girl in front of him looked ethereally beautiful, with an intoxicating charm that was indescribable.
Unable to bear it any longer, he bent down for another marathon kiss and then let go amidst Mu Xiangwan's soft protesting moans.
"Don't you know how to be gentle? My tongue is about to break!" She glared at him coquettishly, completely unaware of the allure her gaze held.
