The two of them craved each other desperately, and Han Chuxue finally let herself go. Previously, she had been utterly resistant to such intimacy, much less any physical contact with Zhao Dong. However, at this moment, she gave herself entirely to him, experiencing the most extraordinary sensation in the world.
She could no longer control her mind or body. Her delicate face was completely flushed, and her eyes were glazed over in a mesmerizing haze. Her cheeks held a coquettish allure, as tempting as a ripe fruit.
Waves of indescribable sensations washed over Han Chuxue's body… The feeling captivated her, making it impossible for her to pull away. She couldn't help but quicken her pace, no longer able to hold back the soft, coquettish moans that escaped her lips.
"Zhao Dong… I think I'm going crazy…"
Her voice trembled, and a crimson fire burned in Zhao Dong's eyes.
