Ling Rong's eyes flashed with a hint of astonishment, meeting his fervent gaze. She knew his command was not to be refused.
So, she cautiously leaned in and gently pecked his lips.
This kiss, like a dragonfly skimming the water, stirred up a tempest within Yun Shangshu's heart.
Just as Ling Rong began to pull back a little, he reached out to hold the back of her head, pressing her closer and deepening the kiss...
After a long, passionate kiss, he rested his forehead against hers, his breath somewhat erratic.
His hand gently stroked her cheek, gazing at her intoxicating red robe, his eyes growing increasingly dark.
The candlelight flickered, and in the fluttering glow, the surrounding atmosphere became more suffocatingly amorous.
Caressing her cheek, his hand moved to her slender and graceful neck.
Gently, sliding down bit by bit...
Passing through the collar, disheveling her clothes, enveloping her fullness, slowly kneading...
"Prince..."
