*In the bureau* (1)
Zhang Wei found the clothes to be a formidable hindrance, shackling his movements and suffocating his burgeoning excitement.
With deft precision, he swiftly unbuttoned the top two buttons, bestowing his hand the freedom it longed for. It ventured inside the fabric, its fingers exploring with an electric eagerness that sent shivers down his spine.
In that transformative moment, Leng Yan's senses were besieged by a whirlwind of sensations, her body teetering on the precipice of fainting.
The exquisite touch of his probing fingers had ignited a fire within her, consuming her with a maddening desire she could scarcely comprehend.
But then, an exasperated sound, a "Tch," escaped his lips as his holy ritual encountered an unexpected obstruction.
It was her bra, impervious to his fervent advances.
Unwilling to succumb to defeat, his other hand moved with calculated grace, defying time itself.
In an instant, the clasp yielded under his experienced touch.