Yu Lingqian's arms tightened, wishing he could meld her into his very being.
This time, Mu Anran didn't resist—instead, she clung to his neck, willingly parting her red lips to greet his advance.
This damn little fairy!
Yu Lingqian felt his breath grow heavy, every last shred of rationality in his head urging him to strip her bare and have his way with her on the spot.
The kiss between them became increasingly fervent, and Yu Lingqian could feel his blood about to boil over.
His hand began to roam uncontrollably beneath her hem...
Just as sparks were about to fly, Mu Anran suddenly pushed him with both hands, shoving him away.
Yu Lingqian, engrossed as he was, didn't recover from the abrupt shove. He could only stare dumbfounded at Mu Anran.
Her lips were slightly swollen and glistened with a moist sheen.
Her beautiful, large eyes seemed veiled with a misty charm, bewitching and compelling.
