She first kissed her boyfriend, her love.
Then she began to express her own feelings of love.
The bedroom filled with a "rustling" sound.
Her beautician friend had truly changed.
Previously, she was inept with words, always unsure how to express herself eloquently.
Now, although her speaking was still halting, she seemed unusually talented, occasionally uttering some very appealing phrases.
"Qianqian," Tang Song's voice trembled a bit.
"What's wrong, brother?" Zhao Yaqian lifted her head, licking her lips subconsciously.
Her pink, tender tongue smoothly flipped, sweeping across her full, moist red lips.
Paired with her strong facial features and a sexy, fiery figure, it gave Tang Song a tremendous visual impact.
The two locked eyes for quite a while.
Looking at that familiar face, Tang Song felt tumultuously moved.
He pinched her cheek and whispered, "Continue."
"Woo woo—"
The "drip-drop" of rain sounded outside the window.
