Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue

At some point, their cheeks had pressed tightly together, leaving not the slightest gap between them.

As soon as she finished speaking, Bibi Dong not only could not bear to pull her exquisite face away from Huo Yuhao's cheek, but leaned forward even more. Before he could react, a warm breath brushed against his ear.

Admiring the way Huo Yuhao suddenly shuddered, Bibi Dong's moist red lips curled into a seductive smile.

"Looks like it hasn't changed after all. Or could it be..."

Fair fingers gently caressed his chest, delicately undoing the clothes that were somewhat in the way. A soft murmur, alluring to the bone, sounded beside his ear, while a faint fragrance drifted into his nose. Huo Yuhao's body temperature quietly rose at that moment, and a slight numbness spread from his spine to the back of his head, steadily gnawing away at what remained of his reason.

Her crimson lips trailed along his neck, exploring every inch of Huo Yuhao's skin as she breathed in the scent that made her feel especially at ease. From time to time, she left behind a red mark, as though declaring ownership. When she lifted her head again, her peerless face was flushed a vivid red, and her misty eyes glittered with a hint of dazed desire.

"Or are you looking forward to this too?"

"W-Wait..."

Feeling that soft, warm touch draw ever closer to his lips, the already resigned Huo Yuhao tried to make one final struggle before his mouth was sealed.

"Could we go back to the room?"

"Back to the room?"

Bibi Dong moved closer again. Even through the fabric, Huo Yuhao could feel her full figure. Her purple-gold papal robes were clearly so noble and elegant that anyone who saw them could not help but bow in