Cheon Yeo-hwa's shoulders, arms, back, and waist all exuded an unbelievable softness and smoothness. The sensation of her clinging to Leo's hand was so addictive that it defied description.
"Ugh, aren't your touches too lewd…?" she asked, her voice trembling.
"How can you be so lewd?" she added, her words mixing embarrassment with a hint of playfulness.
"That's rude…" Leo replied softly. Left with no choice, he leaned in to kiss her mouth again, as if to appease the wrath of the Second Princess of the Heavenly Demon Sect.
He was startled by Cheon Yeo-hwa's response. The way she thirstily drank in his saliva as their tongues intertwined left him momentarily speechless. Still, he decided to let it go, forgiving her unintentional boldness. His hand, which had been resting on her smooth waist, began to move upward, tracing the curve of her body.