Shi Che pressed down on Ling Chuxia's body, his kisses became prolonged, and his large hand slid into her clothing, caressing her smooth skin.
Ling Chuxia had also just had a bath, her body carried a faint scent of shower gel, the same as his. Their bodies intertwined, their scents mingling and lingering at the tip of their noses, as if merging into one person.
Shi Che placed his hands on Ling Chuxia's face, slightly propping up his body. He lowered his head, his dark eyes falling on Ling Chuxia's cheeks. She gently closed her eyes, her cheeks flushed red, her lips slightly parted, breathing slightly uneven, her petite nose gently moving.
She lay there quietly, her demeanor obedient and compliant, soft as water.
Gone was the past restraint, the past tension, and even more so, the silent oppressive resistance. Shi Che's gaze grew softer. Slowly, he lowered his head again, his thin lips kissed Ling Chuxia's lips, very gently and softly, then gradually deepened.
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