Song Guanchao's fever had subsided considerably. Though not completely gone, with a night's rest and the meticulous care of the two women, his spirit was only slightly worse than usual.
His reaction time was also a bit slower.
So much so that it wasn't until Zhou Qian had completed the entire set of actions, and he felt the beauty's seam so close, that he abruptly reacted.
At that moment, Zhou Qian suddenly let go of his hand and placed it on her waist, pressing her body against his.
The tongue that entered his mouth burst with an irresistible temptation, as if to melt her petite body entirely into Song Guanchao's.
This passion, this overwhelming surge of love, nearly drowned Song Guanchao.
Her voluptuous buttocks deliberately suppressed the extent of their movements, probably fearing that it would awaken Wu Yun.
Even so, with each meeting, the most intimate parts of their bodies still made the closest contact.
