Just as he was about to grab a tissue to wipe her off, his movent stopped mid-air, his gaze fixated on her chest...
Following his gaze, Xia Xiaonuan couldn’t help but look down at her own body.
Today, she was wearing a relatively loose bohemian-style maxi dress with spaghetti straps, accompanied by a small shawl over it.
The fabric on her chest was soaked and clung to her body, leaving no room for doubt about the curves beneath.
Nangong Yaoling’s Adam’s apple moved slightly. He glanced at Xia Xiaonuan, leaned in a bit closer, and gently used a tissue to wipe the water stains off her neck.
His movents were incredibly slow and gentle.
Yet his gaze burned with increasing intensity.
Xia Xiaonuan’s body stiffened as she uneasily watched Nangong Yaoling.
The water wiping her trace over her collarbone’s skin little by little, sliding only lightly over her shoulder. The slightly rough big hand rubbed her soft, snowy white skin.
Xia Xiaonuan’s cheeks grew hotter, "I... I’ll do it." She said, extending her hand to cover her chest, fearing Nangong Yaoling might have so other reaction... and she couldn’t fulfill him now...
Nangong Yaoling looked at her appearance.
The girl’s hair, as black as seaweed, draped over her shoulders, her cheeks blushing slightly pink, and tiny droplets of water still clinging to her chin.
Pristine skin, a pure face.
Even without makeup, her beauty surpassed that of many won who wore heavy makeup.
With an embarrassed gesture, her hand shielded her chest, yet her shy deanor drove the beast within his heart into a complete frenzy.
His breath suddenly grew heavier.
The girl’s slightly parted, pink baby lips seed full of unspoken words, longing yet reserved.
His hand resting on her shoulder gently began to slide down.
Xia Xiaonuan felt a tickle as the shawl she wore, along with the straps of the maxi dress, slid off her shoulder.
Her snowy white skin on her chest flickered into view for an instant.
"Nangong Yao..." Xia Xiaonuan called to him in a low voice, but before she could finish saying his na, he suddenly pressed her against the sofa and kissed her fiercely.
"Mm..." The words in her mouth were stopped, Xia Xiaonuan’s heart trembled with his madness, his kiss carrying an overwhelming aura of desire.
His large hand slid over her collarbone and shoulder, moving slowly downward, rubbing coarsely through the damp spaghetti-strapped dress over her chest.
Xia Xiaonuan’s heart pounded fiercely, the man’s domineering kiss swallowing her breath, leaving her no room to resist, recklessly and violently kissing her. She tried to push him away, but found his body rigid as iron, his entire being wrapped in an aura of intense primal desire from head to toe.
This man, when it cos to intimacy, becos like a wild beast.
His kisses trailed steadily downward, landing on her collarbone, then on her chest.
He didn’t pull aside her straps but, instead, bit forcefully over her body through the fabric of the loose cotton long dress, touching every one of her sensitive spots.
Xia Xiaonuan’s fingertips clutched at Nangong Yaoling’s head, clearly wanting to push him away but completely unable to muster the strength. His intensity shifted between heavy and light, that feeling of comfort mixed with pain making her feel as if she was caught in a state of torture.
One must admit, Nangong Yaoling is indeed a master in the art of seduction.
Every ti, he wouldn’t let her go until she’s begging for rcy.
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