Startling softness and elasticity filled his grasp as his palm exerted slight pressure, wantonly kneading the perfect curves while feeling them transform into various enticing shapes beneath his hand.
"Tch, mature Rongrong, this body has matured by leaps and bounds too," he lowered his head to murmur in Ning Rongrong's ear, his tone carrying a playful nostalgia as he said, "These steamed buns are much bigger than that delicate little princess in my memory, a far cry from before."
This aggressive fondling and intimate whispering sent a wave of sensual numbness through Ning Rongrong's body, and she raised her face with a gaze clouded by misty haze to look at Bai Qinchen's handsome and wicked face, a sweet, cloying nasal sound spilling from her throat as she infatuatededly asked, "Then... then which kind of Rongrong do you like?"
"Heh..." Bai Qinchen chuckled lightly, his large hand gripping that mass of softness exerting even more force as he lowered his head, pecking her lips with an unquestionable, overbearing tone and whispering softly, "I like them all. The mature ones have the charm of maturity, and the green ones have the flavor of youth."
Upon hearing that unvarnished praise, Ning Rongrong felt as though her bones had been drawn out, her body growing softer and softer until she practically collapsed into Bai Qinchen's embrace.
That proud pair of steamed buns changed shapes beneath his palm, stirring up waves of soul-shivering pleasure for her.
Her hazy, dreamy eyes were now filled with a rush of desire, her slender, jade-like legs rubbing together slightly of their own accord, and her vermilion lips parted slightly, exhaling hot and sweet breaths mixed with a hint of shameless urging.
"Mh, bad man, hurry up, finish playing with Zhuqing quickly..."
Ning Rongrong wriggled her water-snake-like waist, that already