Shen Li raised her head slightly as her body trembled slightly. She could not help bending her legs to kick at him.
"Please don't... don't leave a mark..."
Lu Huaiyu seemed to have anticipated her actions and moved his long legs slightly to easily suppress her.
However, this time, he finally regained some of his rationality.
He lightened his strength and suppressed the impulse in his heart. His thin lips gently kissed her delicate skin.
At some point, the hand that he used to hold the back of her head slid down and brushed past her ear. Then, it continued down her fair, slender neck followed by her delicate and straight collarbones.
Each place that he touched seemed to catch on fire.
Finally, he reached that unbelievably delicate and soft place.
Usually, Lu Huaiyu was always restrained, rational, ascetic, and noble.
However, at this moment, he felt a trace of an extremely rare loss of control.
