Long Linger's jet-black hair lay disheveled over her snow-white body, and the smile on her face was bright and charming, a scene that made Yeh Huang's heart stir. Yeh Huang kissed her red lips gently, and Long Linger pushed him away, smiling mischievously at him, "Tell me, if there was a girl younger, prettier, and more gentle than me who wanted to be with you, would you refuse her?"
"Girl, in my eyes, you're just a little girl. Could anyone be younger than you?"
He whispered softly, tracing circles on her soft lips with his fingertips, his warm breath enveloping her face.
The words sounded utterly indulgent, filling the heart with warmth.
Long Linger pursed her lips and smiled, Yeh Huang's kisses grew deeper, and she pressed her fingertips against his forehead, "What if she was more gentle?"
"Aren't you very gentle?"
"No, I'm the wild type. I'm not gentle at all, okay?"
"Well, you could be a little gentler..." Yeh Huang's kisses grew more fervent.
