The air inside the small, dim bedding was hot and ambiguous.
Wen Shu pressed against Yining's lips, biting lightly with a mischievous thought, only to feel the person in front of her, his breathing suddenly becoming a few degrees heavier.
The pair of pale eyes close at hand were tinted with a deep darkness, and a heavy kiss fell.
The large hand, covered in thin calluses at the waist, also became increasingly hot with the urgent movements, until it fell unhindred onto her delicate skin.
"Mm..."
The sensitive lips felt a tingling itch between the rubbing and crushing, unexpectedly, lightly knocking against the teeth.
"Ashu, not yet..."
The stinging sensation called back Yining's rationality. He restrained his breaths and gently pressed his palm against Wen Shu's lower abdomen.
Lowering his gaze, he saw her eyes looking dazed, the sweat-soaked Adam's apple rolling a few times, his body almost bursting with heat.
