"Ah, be gentle please," the little woman blushed and whispered bashfully.
"Be gentle how?"
The little woman glared at him, "You know what I mean!"
"Honey, you couldn't possibly mean..."
Before Mr. Xi could complete his sentence, his words were silenced by a pair of soft lips.
Fire sparks ignited at a single provocation.
He held her within his arms, reaching into her clothes, one hand gliding up, the other down.
"Take it easy," Lan Xin Ai moaned, her lips fluttering with every utterance.
What a brute!
"Honey, I've designed a wedding dress for you, what will you give me in return?"
As Mr. Xi spoke, he touched, making the young woman breathless.
Seeing her silent, he lightly applied pressure with his tongue.
"I've already rewarded you," the little woman ran her fingers through his hair and purred seductively.
Mr. Xi grinned indulgently, "When did I ask for this?"