Lu Ying lowered his eyelids, teasingly pressing down on Shen Yinning's small tongue, wantonly stirring her lips and teeth, drawing out a scene of intimate tenderness.
Though Lu Ying had seen countless beauties of every kind, he still thought Shen Yinning's lips were the most exquisite.
Their color was naturally peony red, the shape slightly upturned, the lip petals like water-soaked flower petals, and, due to his teasing, under the candlelight, they shimmered with a crystalline glow, making his eyes darken and throat tighten.
Shen Yinning's seductive eyes slightly closed, her lips parted, distressed by his actions. Her lotus-like face blossomed with a faint pink hue, tempting Lu Ying to lean forward and nibble her cheeks, wishing he could swallow this delicate beauty whole.
Lu Ying withdrew his fingers, lowering his head to envelop her lips.
The soft, tender sensation felt like savoring the bit of red bean paste atop a steamed bun.
"Lu Ying哥哥…"
