Zhou Qian's already rosy and flawless face quietly flushed under this sentence.
Her tender skin, as soft as a boiled egg, broke out in goosebumps as Song Guanchao's hands roamed over her.
She seemed to be under a spell, forgetting what she should do, standing still and enjoying Song Guanchao's caresses and kisses.
The blue spaghetti strap dress she had carefully chosen for this meeting quietly slipped down, pooling at her feet, revealing a charming body white with a hint of crimson.
Song Guanchao unhooked her bra and dipped his head to take her in his mouth.
Under his intense sucking, Zhou Qian let out a moan.
Immediately after, Song Guanchao picked her up and carried her to the bathroom.
Water flowed over them like a lubricant.
Zhou Qian felt like every part of her body had been kissed and caressed, and the anticipation she had accumulated was fully released in this moment.
