As if a current traveled from her neck to her limbs.
Meanwhile, Han Zhuoling's burning lips moved to the corner of her lips, then shifted to her neck.
His teasing finger also journeyed downward along her throat.
His softer and warmer lips replacing his fingers only served to excite her more.
Shi Xiaoya grabbed his shirt tightly, trembling even more than befire.
Her knees grew weak and she almost collasped.
Her legs couldn't support her own weight anymore.
Without Han Zhuoling's support on her waist, she'd fall bonelessly to the ground.
Just as she began sliding uselessly down, Han Zhuoling finally caught her.
Embracing her again, Han Zhuoling couldn't contain his laughter.
His chuckle was raspy and magnetic, attracting her to go even closer to him.
But Shi Xiaoya's feeling that he's laughing at her weakness.
She became as soft as a noodle after being kissed for merely a short while.
