Yaya lay in Tang Feng's arms, feeling terribly embarrassed at what her best friend had said.
Being intimate with a man in front of her best friend was something she found difficult to talk about.
In the past, she would have never agreed to it, not even if she was beaten to death.
But now, for some reason, she actually felt a sense of anticipation, her heart racing with eagerness.
"Yaya…"
Tang Feng's body pressed closer, encircling her slender frame.
That affectionate call sent Yaya into a daze.
The man's cheek approached, his masculine scent enveloping her.
Her mind went blank.
Then his lips captured hers.
That century-long kiss made her head spin wildly.
The man's large hand once again climbed to her chest, grabbing the two mounds of flesh and beginning to knead them.
An electrifying sensation surged through her.
She became lost in a haze of confusion and desire.
"Mmm…"
A moan, melodious and seductive, floated out from between her teeth.