Qian Renxue reached out impulsively, and her slender, fair fingers landed lightly and tentatively on the waist of Bibi Dong, which was taut with exertion.
At the moment of contact, the two of them shook violently all over at once, as if an electric current had surged through them. "Ah-!" Bibi Dong emitted a short, sharp cry, and her attack abruptly stagnated.
The warm tactile sensation transmitted from her daughter's palm, carrying an unspeakable intimacy and a sense of taboo, thoroughly breached her psychological defense line and plunged her brain into a blank void.
Qian Renxue's mind also shook violently. The skin beneath her palm was warm and delicate, and she could clearly feel every contraction and tremor of those firm muscles.
This feeling gave rise to an unprecedented illusion of controlling everything. Bai Qinchen looked at this scene before him with satisfaction, the smile at the corner of his lips growing deeper. Receiving silent encouragement, Qian Renxue grew bolder.
Her hand no longer merely brushed lightly, but instead caressed smoothly along that graceful waistline, meeting Bibi Dong's attacks with varying degrees of lightness and weight. "Ah." This move completely ignited the last string of Bibi Dong's sanity.
She could no longer think or resist, and could only submit to her instinct while waves of high-pitched song echoed within the bedchamber.
This melody was more melodious and moving than any previous time. Qian Renxue propped up her upper body, appreciating her own masterpiece with keen interest.
She looked at Bibi Dong's intoxicated and hazy face, the excitement light flashing in her golden beautiful eyes.
She leaned closer, her golden and purple long hair intertwining together, and whispered bewitchingly in Bibi Dong's ear with a voice only the three of them could hear: "Yes, just like that, don't stop."
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