She stood up nervously and said, "The water temperature is just right. I'll go out first."
Having said that, he was about to leave.
Shi Nansheng reached out with his arms and stopped her. He frowned and looked at her, "I don't have the patience to play the cat and mouse game."
"Huh?" She raised her eyes in confusion.
That clear sight almost made Shi Nansheng lose his mind. Why is it that a woman who is obviously a man who can do anything to her husband always looks as pure as a blank sheet of paper to others?
His eyes tightened, and he pulled her directly into his arms. His voice was as rich as fermented wine, "Wash together."
Her face was close to his hot chest.
Although she had had such close contact with him before, Tian Qing still couldn't get used to it.
I felt like my mouth was dry because of his warmth, and my heart was trembling even more when I heard his invitation.
Before she could react, he had already carried her into the bathtub.
Heat spread across her body. His kiss came overwhelmingly. It was probably mist, and his deep eyes were as moist as his lips and tongue, almost drowning her.
The clothes on Tianqing's body were completely soaked, and they clung tightly to her skin, highlighting her slim figure.
Shi Nansheng's eyes almost burst out with fire. He kissed her crazily and pressed her into his arms inch by inch.
Tianqing's whole body almost melted.
Every inch of her skin was moist and filled with mist, and the dense heat mixed with the shameful crystal liquid made her helplessly cling to Shi Nansheng's neck, letting his kisses linger on every inch of her body.
"Um... Mr. Shi... don't do this..." When hot fingers lifted her soaked bra, she clasped his wrist in panic, her eyelashes stained with water droplets trembling as fragile as butterfly wings.
How does Shi Nansheng care about her rejection?
He brushed her hand away domineeringly, and even more fiercely bowed his head to take a mouthful of her fresh red plum, gently twisting it with the tip of his dexterous tongue, rolling up the clear water.
All Tianqing's rationality disappeared in this moment.
These intense teasings were completely absent that night - she screamed out unbearably, but was frightened by her own soft moans.
Is this really my own voice? Why does it sound so lewd and frivolous?