"I like your tattoo," Fang Yusheng said, running his tongue down the rose petals and the rose vines all the way to her ankle bones.
The warm and wet tongue gently licked her ankle. Qiao Jiusheng could not help but cry out. She couldn't believe that this sound came from her throat.
She was about to cover her mouth when Fang Yusheng suddenly grabbed her right hand.
He squatted at her feet and looked up into her eyes. Then, he said, "Let it out. Don't hold it in."
If you say so.
***
"Bufan, did you hear anything?"
Aunt Jin had planned to sleep after taking a shower. However, as she lay on the bed, she heard something. The sound was like a woman's pleading voice, filled with pain and struggle. The sound occasionally rang but disappeared after a while. She was not sure if she had heard wrongly.
Unable to sleep, Aunt Jin had no choice but to put on her jacket and knock on Qi Bufan's door.