Jiang Yexun, Are You Still a Man?!
The large hand that was gripping Su Xiaoxiao's slender waist tightened. The intense sensation of tension caused her to arch backward, exposing her graceful, swan-like neck.
Jiang Yexun's kisses followed her like a shadow, moving from her neckline to her shoulder, leaving behind faint pink marks. His marks intertwined with her fair and round shoulders, gradually becoming prominent.
During their two-day train journey, they had the luxury of being alone without any disturbances, but Jiang Yexun, despite his wild nature, had held back.