Bai Zhe lay flat on the floor with Qing Qing sitting on his abdominal muscles, which could be termed beautiful. Qing Qing started by using her fingers to trace along Bai Zhe’s chest and his ripped abdominal muscles.
“Mmm,” Bai Zhe moaned out gently.
Qing Qing slowly leaned her face down to the expanse of Bai Zhe’s chest. She used her hand to try squeezing one of the beautifully pink peaks on his chest, which served to draw forth Bai Zhe’s moans. That made her more confident, so she leaned down towards Bai Zhe’s chest to do something. Qing Qing’s warm breath touched Bai Zhe’s chest, making him suddenly feel heated.
“Oh, Qing Qing,” said Bai Zhe as he caressed her face. His face began to redden slightly.