The man's assessment of her current condition was straightforward and accurate.

"You obviously like it."

Jiang Sui was completely speechless and her whole body felt weak.

A blush appeared on her delicate face and she raised her face helplessly.

Following Song Sichen's actions, I almost couldn't help crying.

At this moment, the bedroom was completely filled with the heavy breathing of the two people.

Song Sichen was very busy today and had no appetite. He had no interest in the sumptuous banquet at noon.

He ate a few quick bites and then changed his pair of chopsticks, taking care of Jiang Sui the whole time.

Before, he thought that he just didn't want to eat.

It was only then that he realized that he was not hungry yet.

The ginger spike now looks much more tempting than any delicacy.

Song Sichen's Adam's apple kept rolling, and he wished he could tear her apart and eat her whole.

In such an extremely intimate way, he made her his own.

Jiang Sui's resistance gradually weakened, and she gradually began to enjoy the interaction between the two.

A drop of crystal sweat rolled down Song Sichen's chin. He stared at the reaction of the person in his arms without blinking, his eyes showing the extreme of forbearance.

It seemed that they were just one step away from becoming a real couple.

But at this critical moment, Song Sichen suddenly stopped.

The soft panting sounded particularly sexy. He leaned over, kissed Jiang Sui's earlobe, and asked her in a hoarse voice.

"Sui Sui, is it okay?"

Jiang Sui curled her toes and felt like she was being tortured to death by him.

"Don't ask if you can."

The white skin has a pink tint, making it look even more attractive.