Capturing Zheng Liang's spellbound gaze, Yang Ning couldn't help but chuckle. Gently brushing her lips against his, she nimbly moved to his ear, her warm breath tickling him as she whispered seductively, "Didn't I always say that patience has the sweetest rewards? So Zheng Liang…tell me, do you like the special... dessert I've arranged for you?"
The delicate words, paired with the heat of her breath, sent shivers down his spine.
While gazing into his eyes, seemingly innocently, Yang Ning tugged at the drawstring of his robe, causing it to fall open, revealing his chiseled chest. Feigning surprise, she gasped dramatically, "Oh dear, that wasn't intentional!" But her teasing smirk betrayed her.
Elevating herself on her tiptoes, she playfully nipped at his ear, her chilly fingers creating a tantalizing contrast as they glided over the warmth of his well-defined torso.
