The long, black hair was wet like clouds, winding over her body, accentuating Shen Tang's fair skin. Her flushed cheeks were as intoxicating as rouge, her eyes crystal clear reflecting the moonlight, lips moist and crimson, stirring one's imagination with allure.
Jia Lan's Adam's apple bobbed as he stared directly at her, his voice becoming hoarser,
"Do you... want to touch the tail?"
This time he took the initiative, letting her touch it.
Shen Tang couldn't refuse at all; last time, she hadn't had enough!
Under the young man's dark and expectant gaze, she reached out to gently touch his sturdy tail swung in front of her.
Her slender, white fingertips seemed to be tinged with flame.
Every time she brushed over the dark blue scales, it elicited a slight tremble from Jia Lan's body.
His breathing became increasingly rapid, the corners of his eyes reddened, and his gaze towards her carried a rich, indelible passion.
Jia Lan's hand on her waist tightened.
