Wen Wenyao hung onto her neck as Song Nanqiao led her to the balcony.
Song Nanqiao intended to place her in the hanging chair, but as she bent down to do so, she didn’t expect Wen Wenyao to take the initiative and press her lips against hers.
Their warm kiss melted their lips together.
Song Nanqiao was startled and almost let go, but fortunately, she reacted quickly and held Wen Wenyao even tighter, lifting her up again.
Wen Wenyao’s legs were now wrapped around Song Nanqiao’s waist, and her hands held onto her tightly, seemingly reluctant to come down from her embrace.
“What’s wrong?” Song Nanqiao suppressed her impulses and asked.
“Let’s do it here… I want to,” Wen Wenyao licked her earlobe and then gently sucked on it, her voice seductive and enticing, as if trying to seduce Song Nanqiao.
The sudden stimulation left Song Nanqiao feeling weak in the legs.
“Don’t be so sudden…” She couldn’t handle it.
“Come on, can we?”
Wen Wenyao raised her head, her captivating peach blossom eyes fixed on Song Nanqiao’s. Perhaps due to the shower, there was a misty look in her eyes. She held Song Nanqiao tightly, their intimate contact, combined with the fact that Wen Wenyao had just showered, made Song Nanqiao feel very hot.
“Not here,”
Song Nanqiao decisively refused.
Although this balcony was in a secluded location, with no one around, Song Nanqiao still worried about the paparazzi following Wen Wenyao or the slim chance of being seen.
“It’s fine, isn’t there a lot of flowers on the balcony? If you put me down, there shouldn’t be a problem.”
To be honest, Wen Wenyao just wanted to be here. The view tonight was nice, and the roses blocked the view from the windows, so it was almost impossible to be seen. Song Nanqiao was worrying too much.
“But…”
Song Nanqiao looked around. There was no one here, but… her cautious nature wouldn’t allow her to do such things, and she was torn.
“Baby…”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t be so restrained, isn’t it exciting?” Wen Wenyao smiled sweetly and kissed Song Nanqiao’s lips.
Realizing that she was still holding Wen Wenyao, Song Nanqiao didn’t feel tired at all.
“Uh…”
She tacitly agreed, making a soft sound. She held Wen Wenyao’s legs and placed her on top of her.
She’s so light…
Song Nanqiao suddenly felt a bit sorry for her… she’s been eating too little…
“You’re distracted.”
Sensing Song Nanqiao’s lack of focus, Wen Wenyao pecked at the corner of her lips disapprovingly. Then, they began to kiss each other tenderly.
Wen Wenyao exhaled warm breath and felt Song Nanqiao’s kisses on her neck. She tilted her head, enduring the affection Song Nanqiao was giving her, her eyes misty and slightly narrowed. She was enjoying the service Song Nanqiao was providing her.
Wen Wenyao was very light, maintaining a good figure due to her years of acting. Song Nanqiao didn’t exert any effort while holding her.
“Put me down, your arms will get sore.”
Wen Wenyao didn’t want to burden her by being held like this for too long. Her hands would get sore, and it wasn’t worth it.
“Okay, wait for me here.”
Song Nanqiao placed her in the hanging chair and went to wash her hands in the bathroom. After washing thoroughly, she grabbed a soft blanket and returned to the balcony.
Seeing Wen Wenyao’s puzzled expression, she placed the blanket on the ground.
“Lie down; I’ll take care of you.”
“Okay,” Wen Wenyao said, a mixture of anticipation and shyness. She obediently lay down, her supple body revealed in the moonlight. Her fair and radiant skin made Song Nanqiao’s heart race.
Seeing the desire in Song Nanqiao’s eyes, Wen Wenyao’s cheeks turned slightly red. Then, she boldly took off her bathrobe, throwing it aside. Her bright red bathrobe landed on the side, revealing a stunning body like a delicate lamb, completely exposed.
Song Nanqiao couldn’t resist any longer; she pushed Wen Wenyao down forcefully.
Like caressing a delicate rose, Song Nanqiao moved down, feeling the smooth and tender skin under her touch. Wen Wenyao rarely experienced this kind of stimulation, and soon, everywhere Song Nanqiao touched turned red as if she was being devoured.
Suddenly, it seemed to reach a warm place, and her fingers became smoother like they were soaking in warm water, comfortable and soft.
Wen Wenyao’s voice trembled as she endured and enjoyed it. She grabbed the soft blanket and shyly covered her face, hiding her face, but she couldn’t resist Song Nanqiao’s powerful advances.
“I love you so much…”
Wen Wenyao’s eyes were slightly red, and under Song Nanqiao’s care, she unconsciously spoke these words.
“I love you too.”
Song Nanqiao smiled and held her tightly, beginning one last time.
She watched as Wen Wenyao blossomed in the moonlight, her graceful waist slightly arching, and the rest was a series of rapid, breathy sounds.
…
Afterward
Song Nanqiao took her to shower and then brought her back to the room, covering her with a new blanket.
After everything was cleaned up, Song Nanqiao returned to the balcony, tossing the blanket into the washing machine. She then took a mop and a cloth to tidy up the aftermath of their encounter.
Wen Wenyao hung onto her neck as Song Nanqiao led her to the balcony.
Song Nanqiao intended to place her in the hanging chair, but as she bent down to do so, she didn’t expect Wen Wenyao to take the initiative and press her lips against hers.
Their warm kiss melted their lips together.
Song Nanqiao was startled and almost let go, but fortunately, she reacted quickly and held Wen Wenyao even tighter, lifting her up again.
Wen Wenyao’s legs were now wrapped around Song Nanqiao’s waist, and her hands held onto her tightly, seemingly reluctant to come down from her embrace.
“What’s wrong?” Song Nanqiao suppressed her impulses and asked.
“Let’s do it here… I want to,” Wen Wenyao licked her earlobe and then gently sucked on it, her voice seductive and enticing, as if trying to seduce Song Nanqiao.
The sudden stimulation left Song Nanqiao feeling weak in the legs.
“Don’t be so sudden…” She couldn’t handle it.
“Come on, can we?”
Wen Wenyao raised her head, her captivating peach blossom eyes fixed on Song Nanqiao’s. Perhaps due to the shower, there was a misty look in her eyes. She held Song Nanqiao tightly, their intimate contact, combined with the fact that Wen Wenyao had just showered, made Song Nanqiao feel very hot.
“Not here,”
Song Nanqiao decisively refused.
Although this balcony was in a secluded location, with no one around, Song Nanqiao still worried about the paparazzi following Wen Wenyao or the slim chance of being seen.
“It’s fine, isn’t there a lot of flowers on the balcony? If you put me down, there shouldn’t be a problem.”
To be honest, Wen Wenyao just wanted to be here. The view tonight was nice, and the roses blocked the view from the windows, so it was almost impossible to be seen. Song Nanqiao was worrying too much.
“But…”
Song Nanqiao looked around. There was no one here, but… her cautious nature wouldn’t allow her to do such things, and she was torn.
“Baby…”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t be so restrained, isn’t it exciting?” Wen Wenyao smiled sweetly and kissed Song Nanqiao’s lips.
Realizing that she was still holding Wen Wenyao, Song Nanqiao didn’t feel tired at all.
“Uh…”
She tacitly agreed, making a soft sound. She held Wen Wenyao’s legs and placed her on top of her.
She’s so light…
Song Nanqiao suddenly felt a bit sorry for her… she’s been eating too little…
“You’re distracted.”
Sensing Song Nanqiao’s lack of focus, Wen Wenyao pecked at the corner of her lips disapprovingly. Then, they began to kiss each other tenderly.
Wen Wenyao exhaled warm breath and felt Song Nanqiao’s kisses on her neck. She tilted her head, enduring the affection Song Nanqiao was giving her, her eyes misty and slightly narrowed. She was enjoying the service Song Nanqiao was providing her.
Wen Wenyao was very light, maintaining a good figure due to her years of acting. Song Nanqiao didn’t exert any effort while holding her.
“Put me down, your arms will get sore.”
Wen Wenyao didn’t want to burden her by being held like this for too long. Her hands would get sore, and it wasn’t worth it.
“Okay, wait for me here.”
Song Nanqiao placed her in the hanging chair and went to wash her hands in the bathroom. After washing thoroughly, she grabbed a soft blanket and returned to the balcony.
Seeing Wen Wenyao’s puzzled expression, she placed the blanket on the ground.
“Lie down; I’ll take care of you.”
“Okay,” Wen Wenyao said, a mixture of anticipation and shyness. She obediently lay down, her supple body revealed in the moonlight. Her fair and radiant skin made Song Nanqiao’s heart race.
Seeing the desire in Song Nanqiao’s eyes, Wen Wenyao’s cheeks turned slightly red. Then, she boldly took off her bathrobe, throwing it aside. Her bright red bathrobe landed on the side, revealing a stunning body like a delicate lamb, completely exposed.
Song Nanqiao couldn’t resist any longer; she pushed Wen Wenyao down forcefully.
Like caressing a delicate rose, Song Nanqiao moved down, feeling the smooth and tender skin under her touch. Wen Wenyao rarely experienced this kind of stimulation, and soon, everywhere Song Nanqiao touched turned red as if she was being devoured.
Suddenly, it seemed to reach a warm place, and her fingers became smoother like they were soaking in warm water, comfortable and soft.
Wen Wenyao’s voice trembled as she endured and enjoyed it. She grabbed the soft blanket and shyly covered her face, hiding her face, but she couldn’t resist Song Nanqiao’s powerful advances.
“I love you so much…”
Wen Wenyao’s eyes were slightly red, and under Song Nanqiao’s care, she unconsciously spoke these words.
“I love you too.”
Song Nanqiao smiled and held her tightly, beginning one last time.
She watched as Wen Wenyao blossomed in the moonlight, her graceful waist slightly arching, and the rest was a series of rapid, breathy sounds.
…
Afterward
Song Nanqiao took her to shower and then brought her back to the room, covering her with a new blanket.
After everything was cleaned up, Song Nanqiao returned to the balcony, tossing the blanket into the washing machine. She then took a mop and a cloth to tidy up the aftermath of their encounter.
