Zhao Yiming took off Su Meilin's shirt while kissing her, his lips hungry as they sucked and nipped at hers.
She giggled between moans, fingers working quickly to unbutton his shirt one by one until his chest was fully exposed—toned, warm, and pressing against her.
They broke the kiss briefly, both catching their breath, and her hand glided along his chest as she teased him, "Hm… The first time we had sex, your muscles weren't this defined. You really want to show off this body to your harem, huh?"
Zhao Yiming just laughed. "Show off? Nah. I did this so I'd have enough stamina to satisfy you, Meilin."
He leaned down, kissing her neck, then trailing lower to her bare chest—her bra long gone, tossed somewhere across the room.
He planted soft kisses here and there, before cupping one of her breasts and taking the other into his mouth. He sucked gently, nibbling until it hardened, making Su Meilin gasp and writhe beneath him.
