Before Su Qinglan could even process what was happening, her vision spun as An Mo effortlessly shifted her position. In the next breath, she found herself lying flat across the wide, carved stone table!
The trays of sweet cakes were pushed to the edge, their fresh heat fading away…only to be completely replaced by the scorching temperature radiating between the two of them.
An Mo bunched her silk dress all the way up around her waist, propping her hips high up off the stone surface.
Positioned directly behind her, his dark eyes locked onto her glistening, exposed core and her sleek, bare bottom. Without a word, he reached out and gave her soft flesh a firm, teasing pinch!
"Ah!" Su Qinglan gasped out, her cheeks burning. "An Mo, stop touching!"
An Mo didn't listen at all. Instead, he leaned in and kneaded her plush curves with his large, warm hands, chuckling darkly against her ear.
"Lanlan, they're so soft and round. It feels like they've grown even wider than before."
