Bright and dark lights intertwined, bits of dusk were revealed in the white clouds, the corridor was dim and lightless, a warm and ambiguous atmosphere filled the air, and the faint sound of spitting could be heard.
Qiansui sat on the steps, her black pleated skirt turned up, and she raised her eyes to look at the person in front of her. His eyebrows are deep, and the bridge of his nose stands like a mountain peak, and spans the center of his face like a bridge, cleverly connecting his eyes and mouth, making the entire facial contour appear particularly three-dimensional, deep, and layered.
His hands were lifting her legs, and his tongue was like a smart little snake, gently and slowly gliding across her delicate skin, bringing a tingling feeling. Each lick was like a delicate and beautiful dance, full of rhythm and rhythm. He seemed to know every corner of her body, knowing how to touch her sensitive nerve endings with the most appropriate force and angle, making her tremble involuntarily. He inserted the snake-like tip in again... Her body trembled, as if she had been electrocuted, and she froze in place. She....
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
