Gazing into the deep, playful black eyes of Song Tianmo.
And the desire lurking within.
Ling Fei raised an eyebrow, curled her red lips into a stunningly beautiful smile, and playfully cupped Song Tianmo's chin with her hand. "Handsome, you're great, but I'm tired now, and I want to rest. Be good and go to sleep!"
After saying that, promptly she withdrew her hand, turned around, and closed her eyes back to him.
Again?
Just that one time, she had been so overwhelmed that she felt as if she were on the brink of life and death, as if her body were no longer her own.
Thinking of their earlier intimate entanglement, Ling Fei couldn't help but touch her chest, her heartbeat seemingly quicker.
Watching her petite figure from behind, Song Tianmo silently chuckled, though when he looked down at his own lower body, he suddenly became gloomy.
Ling Fei quickly fell asleep.
Her breathing was steady and slow.