Warm water cascaded from the showerhead. He washed her, his lips never leaving her skin. His kisses were deep. It was as if he was confirming something, or perhaps dispensing some kind of punishment. Jiang Xinli's breath caught in her throat, melting into muffled whimpers under his intense assault. She tried to push him away. Her hands pressed against his hard, Leng Bai chest, but she couldn't summon a single ounce of strength. His long, articulated fingers traced a slow path down her back to her waist. Radiating a scorching heat, his touch lingered and caressed her fair, delicate skin.
After a long while, his lips finally parted from hers. He trailed kisses along her wet jawline, moving down to her slender, white neck. Jiang Xinli couldn't help but tilt her head back. Her body trembled slightly in a mixture of evasion and submission.
"Little Ying..." Her voice trembled with a hint of begging. "Stop messing around, okay?"
