"Splash——" came the sound as Lu Jihan stepped his left foot into the tub, causing the water to overflow from the edge.
Song Yinyin's heart tightened, instinctively curling her whole body up, but the next second, the man extended his long arms and lifted her up.
"Lu Jihan, no, not here..."
Before she could finish speaking, Lu Jihan had already lowered his head and kissed her lips.
Song Yinyin's breathing gradually became difficult, her hands instinctively climbing his neck, her toes curling up.
She felt as if she was tightly surrounded by a cloud of fiery red, standing on that cloud, her whole body felt unbearably hot like it was about to boil.
In the semi-enclosed space, the air grew thinner, she couldn't help but open her mouth, breathing heavily.
And precisely because of this, Lu Jihan expertly slid his tongue in, holding her nape, kissing deeply.
Their breaths intertwined, growing heavier.
...
"Yinyin?"
When the call connected, Yan Kejun was joyful.
