"Mmm..."
Han Bing's delicate body shivered again, instinctively letting out a moan.
Tang Feng lifted his head.
His gaze fixed on Han Bing's lips.
That was another spot of red on Han Bing's body, apart from her two nipples.
Even though the redness was somewhat dim compared to that of an ordinary woman, it was undoubtedly a treasured spot in Tang Feng's eyes.
Without the slightest hesitation,
Tang Feng straddled Han Bing's body, and as his palms caressed and circled her nipples, he leaned down.
His lips pressed against Han Bing's lips.
Cool and soft.
That kind of coolness reminded Tang Feng of eating a popsicle, where his lips would stick to it upon contact.
Between lips and teeth, a faint fragrance lingered.
It was the scent of Han Bing's lips, utterly enticing.
Tang Feng couldn't help but suck on them, his tongue not forgetting to venture out, licking at those soft, cool, fragrant lips.
That energy began to circulate once again.
Their eyes met at close range.