Behind her was his scorching chest, the burning temperature, impossible to resist.
She could only sink into his tenderness, with no distractions.
Afterwards.
Ran Xiangsi lazily leaned in Xing Chen's arms, taking a nap.
Xing Chen lay on his side, picking up a strand of the girl's long hair, wrapping it around his fingertip, playing with it.
The room was somewhat quiet, the air still filled with the scent of their recent lovemaking, sparking the imagination.
After a long while, when Ran Xiangsi was almost asleep, she finally heard a faint sentence above her head.
"In the afternoon, I went to see my father."
Just a simple sentence, but it instantly drove away all of Xiangsi's drowsiness.
Her body stiffened a bit, but she didn't move, just opened her eyes, quietly listening to his next words.
