Shen Ci'an's lips pressed against Su Muyao's ear, gently nibbling, a tingling sensation spread through her body, making her legs even weaker.
Yet Shen Ci'an's hands were strong, holding her firmly against his embrace.
The hand placed on her waist radiated a scorching heat, causing her skin to tremble through the fabric.
Su Muyao let out a soft moan and lifted her head to meet his enchanting eyes, as if they carried a vortex, ready to consume her heart and soul.
"Wife, is it alright?"
Shen Ci'an's lips moved from her ear to the corner of her lips, slowly teasing her.
His voice was husky and light, an undertone of restrained endurance, filled with a strong sense of possession.
His throat moved, enchanting and seductive.
Su Muyao's face was burning hot, and she couldn't help but throw her arms around his neck, whispering, "Yes."
