Li Qingmu barely registered the stairs under his feet.
His eyes were glued to Song Yan's bubble butt as it swayed with every elegant step upward. The thin silk of her crimson robes hugged those full, round cheeks so tightly that each movement made them bounce and shift like ripe peaches begging to be grabbed.
The fabric stretched and clung to outline the deep cleft between them as the hypnotic jiggle pulled his hungry gaze downward again and again.
His mind went blank.
One moment they were crossing the hallway, the next they were already inside the room with the door softly shut behind them.
When his vision finally focused, Song Yan was already on her knees in front of him.
