"Is Little Li scared?" The man's cool voice seemed tinged with desire, husky and alluring, his warm breath grazing her sensitive earlobe.
Ruan Li shrank back, unsure if she should say she was scared or not.
The man chuckled softly, his cold arm tightly wrapped around her waist like a thick snake tail binding her, "Even if you're scared, it's not allowed."
The slick, sticky long snake tongue slid inch by inch down the skin of her cheek, piercing into her ear, the sound of rustling accompanied by panting becoming especially torturous.
Lu Muyu's throat rolled, unable to repress the scorching thoughts despite the cold body temperature, his slender pale fingers slipping under the hem of the nightgown.
In his dark eyes, the thick, intense desire solidified, the man held Ruan Li's chin and kissed her again.
