Wen Jiaren's body quivered sensitively, a light moan escaping her throat, muffled within the kiss they shared.
She clung tightly to his neck, rising on tiptoes, striving to press herself even closer, but as the air around them grew thinner, her body softened increasingly, strength ebbing into his chest, supple as water, slipping downwards.
Fortunately, the hands that had been clasped behind her head moved down to her waist, then continued their descent to rest upon her buttocks!
Wen Jiaren felt as though she would suffocate here, but he, as if he could read her mind, released her in the next moment. Her lips, swollen and reddened from the kiss, gasped for breath, her chest heaving.
She thought everything should have ended there, but Mu Qian did not stop, his moist and warm lips trailing down her neck.
Kissing her gently, then deeply, he moved from her graceful jawline to the beautiful expanse of her collarbone.
