Jiang Yingyue felt sweet when she sensed the tender and soft touch of Han Qingshan.
Without knowing it, her arms had circled his neck, and she was holding onto him as she leaned into his embrace.
Han Qingshan's arms were holding her by the waist, pressing her against his sturdy chest, and he felt complete as she was in his embrace like this.
Sensing the tremble that ran through her body when his hand caressed the slim waist, Han Qingshan was addicted. Seeing her like this, unable to control her body, he felt that he had full control over her and that she was drowning in the pleasure he was bringing her.
Jiang Yingyue was nervous when she felt the big hand touch her waist. She felt how one of the hands slipped up the spine, and although it was outside the clothes, Jiang Yingyue felt as if the hand was made from hot iron, her body was burning under his touch.
