The fragrance, elasticity, and coolness struck Lu Qian, and he instinctively pushed away with his hand.
His hands sank in, soft like clouds and snow, unbelievably elastic. Ji Yunrou shuddered as if struck by lightning, bit down on her red lips, and let out a low moan: "Ah..."
Lu Qian panicked, rapidly descending along the snow mountain, turning to arrive at the flat, smooth foothill.
This place was soft and delicate, like the finest jade, neither dry nor thin, possessing the perfect fullness, exuding a magnetic attraction.
The beautiful white snake saw Lu Qian's bold movements, her gaze like a silent plea, swaying gracefully, her slender, jade-like hand pressing on Lu Qian.
Hiss—
Lu Qian glided and leapt along the graceful curves, landing steadily atop two snow slopes. However, the accumulated snow here had been compacted over time, firmer and more elastic than the fluffy mountain peaks.
"Lu Lang..." Ji Yunrou whispered breathlessly, "Your body is so hot."
