Lu Jun pressed down a little further, completely eliminating the last sliver of space between them.
In that instant, he felt with incomparable clarity the astonishing elasticity and heat of Leng Yulai's voluptuous body, every curve fitting tightly against his.
Lu Jun completely surrendered to this feast of the senses. Dominantly, he pried open her lips and deepened the kiss, like the most seasoned hunter galloping freely across his territory—marking it, claiming it, conquering it.
After several weak pushes against his chest, Leng Yulai's hands slowly began to move upward, as though guided by a will of their own.
In the end, they wound around his neck, gently yet firmly, and embraced him.
That embrace seemed like a silent signal, declaring the complete melting away of the last trace of resistance in her heart.
She began responding awkwardly yet passionately, taking the initiative to seek his kiss as she rose and fell with him in this sudden tide of desire.
The room's temperature seemed to rise sharply alongside their mounting body heat. Ambiguous panting and the faint sounds of intertwining lips and teeth filled the air.
Lu Jun's hands no longer behaved themselves. They roamed and explored her graceful back and slender waist, carrying scorching heat as they ignited one hidden flame after another.
No one knew how long it had been before Lu Jun finally slowly released that nearly suffocating kiss. Leng Yulai was already panting sweetly, her entire body limp as she leaned against his chest.
Her eyes held seven parts haze and three parts reproach as she shot him a watery glance, her voice husky and languid in the aftermath.
"You bastard..."
Lu Jun chuckled deeply, his chest vibrating with satisfaction and teasing amusement.
"What? Have you forgotten how you used to shamelessly flirt with me and