Their bodies clung tightly together, as if two souls made to fit each other were seeking their respective homes.
Chen Nan's gaze burned with intense flames, and his hot hands gently caressed Su Qing's skin, as if playing a moving symphony.
Su Qing's cheeks were flushed, her eyes full of tenderness and longing, and she slightly parted her lips, letting out quick, gentle gasps.
Her gaze was like a deep, serene spring, radiating a mesmerizing and moving light.
The spring seemed to hide endless emotions, as if stars had fallen into it, dazzling and enchanting.
When she looked at Chen Nan,
Her gaze was like soft satin, gently brushing over Chen Nan's soul, making him intoxicated and unable to extricate himself.
Her eyes subtly moved, like lively butterflies dancing among flowers.
Each blink carried an indescribable allure and temptation.
Their movements were sometimes gentle, sometimes intense.
Like waves crashing against the rocks, full of power and rhythm.
Every touch.