Sparse shadows slant across the clear water, and faint scents float in the dusky moonlight.
In the bright and spacious room, the gentle sound of rubbing intertwines with the urgent, blending breaths, creating an exceptionally melodious atmosphere.
On the white floor, Xiao Yinruo, who was originally kneeling on both knees, seemed to feel discomfort in her knees, so she switched from kneeling to squatting, her toes lightly tiptoeing.
As a result, an indescribable sense of temptation exuded from her cool and aloof demeanor.
Her ink-black hair, tied up, resembled floating dark clouds, and her peach blossom eyes, misting with watery glimmers, were filled with endless allure in her sultry gaze.
At this moment, Xiao Yinruo was like a daughter red wine finally opened after being sealed for a long time, releasing all her aroma and deliciousness, filling the air with a fragrance as elegant as gardenias, growing more richly fragrant.
