42 War of Public Opinion

The kiss was hot and long.

Qu Xiao's nightgown had unknowingly fallen to the ground. The sling had slid down to her shoulders, and her round and full breasts were gently swaying.

Shang Yan's remaining rationality was also shattered by a few soft moans that she gently spat out. He used his palm to support Qu Xiao's slender waist and gradually lifted it up until he held her soft breasts. Her breathing was rough as he massaged them. Seeing her snow-white skin move under his massaging, the object beneath his crotch grew harder and larger once again.

Qu Xiao's entire body leaned weakly against Shang Yan's body. She instinctively used her small hand to hold onto his crotch.

The warm touch caused Shang Yan to let out a grunt twice as he kissed Qu Xiao's collarbone.

"You... you be gentle. I'll do it myself!"