The Story of Ling and Heng (469)

The room was very quiet, so was the falling snow outside. Nothing would disturb the silence.

They could hear each other's breathing and heartbeat. The man held her face and kissed it ardently.

Feng Ling tried to stabilize her breathing but failed. Under Li Nanheng's kiss and caress, her breathing grew increasingly rapid.

She was a tall woman, but Li Nanheng could easily wrap her with his body. He held her in his hot arms, asking for more.

Feng Ling had completely surrendered to him, but this time, he was obviously more patient than the night in T City. At that time, he was drugged and lost his sanity, but now he tried to stay rational.

He kissed deeper and deeper. He opened her lips and teeth with his tongue and rubbed and entangled thirstily like a man lost in a desert or a person on fire, but the awkward response of Feng Ling was not cool water but boiling oil to him, and he felt as if he was going to be burnt into ashes.