The binding around her upper body loosened, and An Ran's consciousness returned somewhat.
Her pupils slightly contracted, and for a moment, she didn't even know where to place her hands.
Her left hand, intertwined with Chi Cheng's fingers, clenched tighter, her rounded fingertips turning slightly pale.
"Brother... uh..." Her indistinct words were completely devoured by Chi Cheng with a deep kiss.
Only the sound of kissing, the "tsk" and "tsk", and the occasional whimper like that of a little kitten escaping from An Ran's throat remained.
Without the obstruction of her bra on her back, her skin felt even smoother.
His hand slid all the way down from her neck, gliding over her waist, as if endowed with a magical beauty.
The sensation of heat from his palm seemed to seep into her skin, pushing directly toward the softest part of her heart.
The tingling was unbearable.
An Ran sat on Chi Cheng's lap, her small face tilted up to kiss him, eyes closed, not daring to open them.
