Yan Ye doesn't want to waste a single second, so after holding her, he carried her onto the bed.
Lian Xinying's breathing was somewhat hurried, and she was tense due to nerves. Although she was holding him with her hands, her heart was still anxious.
"Yan Ye, can we talk first?"
Lian Xinying's voice was hoarse, carrying a plea.
"Yingying, I feel talking doesn't help. I think I'll just get straight to it." Yan Ye also wanted to accompany her in a nice chat, but talking was a waste of time.
A spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold.
After speaking, Yan Ye blocked her mouth that still wanted to talk with his lips.
"Mmm..."
His body closely joined hers, their warm body temperatures, and delicate touches quickly ignited into blazing flames.
When his kisses moved to the area behind her ear, her body trembled with excitement, then struggled to push him away.
