Xiao Song gazed down at the person beneath him, her black hair winding loosely across the red brocade, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, her eyes misty as if holding the beauty of a spiritual mountain, breathy and ambiguous. There was a hint of joy, yet also an undertone of overwhelming emotion. Her soft lips slightly parted, murmuring his name indistinctly. The softness of her chest brushed against him from time to time, intensifying the suffocating tightness beneath, a truly indescribable, soul-consuming taste.
He was utterly captivated by her appearance.
"Yanyan," Xiao Song sighed in her ear, increasing his strength, and his pace quickened considerably. As it was Ran Yan's first time embracing pleasure, after he had his fill, he estimated she would indeed not be able to leave the couch tomorrow. At that point, he wouldn't mind being mocked, but it would be problematic if the other Xiao family members harbored dissatisfaction towards her.
