"A Yao..." Jiang Xinli called out softly. With a gentle push of her fingertips, the tall, 1.95-meter man let himself fall backward onto the sofa. She held onto his shoulders, straddled his waist on her knees, and cupped his face in her hands, giving him a gentle kiss.
Bai Yao's eyes darkened. With a flick of his fingers, he cast a sound insulation barrier around the room. He then placed one hand on her waist and cupped the back of her head with the other, returning the kiss deeply. Their breathing soon grew ragged. She panted softly, but he had no intention of stopping.
His thin lips trailed down her slender, swan-like neck, leaving a trail of light, dense bites along her delicate, pale collarbone. Then, he continued further down. The faint scent of roses lingered at his nose, and he greedily breathed in her fragrance.
