"Zhou Chen..." Her voice was soft, with a hint of begging for mercy.
"Huh?" He responded, but his lips were already pressed against her collarbone, nibbling lightly.
Su Qing raised her head and her breathing was irregular. The warm water flow had been turned on at some point, and the air gradually filled the air, blurring the mirror and also blurring the mind.
Water droplets dripped down the tips of his hair, slid over his tight jawline, Adam's apple, and finally sank into his chest.
