With a beauty in his arms, the tender and fragrant soft jade.
Liu Lanzi was wearing only a pair of shorts, while Song Guanchao had on nothing but his underwear.
Their bodies made extensive, unobstructed contact, a situation that would elicit a response from any man.
But having a response and taking action are two different matters.
Watching Song Guanchao deliberately adjust his body to maintain a safe distance, Liu Lanzi’s admiration for him deepened.
He did not take advantage of her vulnerability.
In fact, he could have done nothing and just maintained that contact; under these circumstances, she wouldn’t have said a thing.
Yet Song Guanchao still kept his distance.
From this alone, it was evident that he was a man with principles.
Even a woman with a heart of cement would find it hard not to fall for a man like Song Guanchao.
Her palm rubbing over her thighs and calves, a faint friction, her body temperature was slowly rising.
Liu Lanzi quietly watched his profile, the strange surging feelings within her growing stronger.
It seemed he felt her gaze, as he maintained his sitting posture, looked into the dark forest, and avoided looking at her to save them both from embarrassment.
Liu Lanzi realized that he knew she was watching him, but he pretended otherwise.
Liu Lanzi slightly adjusted her position, her head inching closer to his face.
He still didn’t move, continuing to face forward, pretending not to feel her.
Until Liu Lanzi turned directly in front of him, he could no longer pretend not to see her.
Eyes adjusted to the darkness, and despite being a bit disheveled from running, Liu Lanzi still looked beautiful at a very close distance.
Her messy hair didn’t make her look disheveled; instead, it added a touch of vulnerability and softened her normally aloof, businesslike demeanor.
He saw an unexpected gentleness in Liu Lanzi’s eyes.
"Liu..." He was about to speak when Liu Lanzi’s face suddenly loomed closer.
A fragrant breeze hit him, and her soft lips touched his.
Her slender arms wrapped around his neck.
Song Guanchao’s mind went blank.
Until her unskilled kisses brought him back to reality.
Song Guanchao’s heart pounded violently as his blood rushed to his head.
His body instinctively moved on its own, his hand reaching behind her to embrace her tightly and caress her jade back.
Song Guanchao realized that Liu Lanzi didn’t know how to kiss.
Her lips were only pressed against his—seemingly passionate and assertive yet actually without any finesse.
His thoughts paused for just a second before he fully immersed himself in the passion, reciprocating her initiative with his body.
When Song Guanchao extended his tongue, explored her red lips, and pried open her jaws, Liu Lanzi trembled with excitement.
Her strength seemed to drain from her body all at once, leaving her limp in his arms.
A fire seemed to ignite within Song Guanchao’s chest.
His tongue waged war, scouring Liu Lanzi’s mouth, desperately capturing her warmth and saliva.
Liu Lanzi’s tender sweetness was defeated hopelessly under his excited, skillful French kiss.
This body, which had maintained its composure for thirty years, exploded with intense desire for the first time, experienced the joy of kissing for the first time, and discovered for the first time the physical reactions her body could have from a man’s touch.
Song Guanchao reached under her clothes, unhooked her bra from behind, and the moment her full breasts broke free from their confines, he clasped them in his hands.
His slightly forceful grasp made her tremble again as she was just getting accustomed to the sensation.
Her nipples quickly hardened under the manipulations of Song Guanchao’s fingertips.
Through this sensitive play, Liu Lanzi realized for the first time how intense her own reactions could be.
Soft moans squeaked through her lips, and she hugged Song Guanchao tighter, wanting to meld her body into his.
Her body followed its most primal instincts, twisting on top of Song Guanchao’s body.
She felt the burning Xiao Song again, sitting sideways on his thigh, gently rubbing against it.
Song Guanchao grabbed the soft flesh of her thigh, pulling down her shorts.
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She freed one hand to touch Song Guanchao’s chest, his abs, and finally reached down to grasp Xiao Song.
That grasp seemed to trigger a switch in Song Guanchao.
She felt her body lighten as he lifted her tilted body.
They were completely immersed, and she pulled off the last of the cloth on Song Guanchao’s body while he removed her panties.
When she spread her legs and straddled Song Guanchao face to face, their lips briefly parted.
In the night, their heavy breathing filled the air as they looked at each other.
Liu Lanzi lifted her dress and stripped it off over her head.
Despite the cooling night in the mountains, she felt not a hint of cold.
In the pitch-black night, Liu Lanzi’s pale skin glowed white.
Song Guanchao bent down, taking her breast in his mouth.
Liu Lanzi let out a soft moan, her chin lifting slightly as she savored his kiss.
Song Guanchao grabbed her buttocks, kneading and massaging forcefully, while her waist rocked back and forth, finding Xiao Song.
They pressed against each other, Liu Lanzi constantly grinding, waves of pleasure making her lose control.
She indeed knew nothing, nothing at all, attempting several times but failing to find the way.
Suddenly, Song Guanchao lifted her buttocks, aligning Xiao Song with Yumen Pass.
He looked up at Liu Lanzi.
This final step, once crossed, could not be taken back.
He wasn’t sure if Liu Lanzi was acting on impulse or had truly prepared herself.
He looked at Liu Lanzi, his gaze inquiring.
Liu Lanzi bit her lower lip, clearly understanding what this step meant for both of them.
There was no hesitation in her eyes.
She bowed her head, applying the technique she’d just learned from Song Guanchao.
Her tongue ventured forth, and then her body eased downward.
Her actions conveyed her choice to Song Guanchao.
In the chilly mountain night, Song Guanchao felt the warm embrace.
That tightness made every cell in his body exhilarate.
When the two of them fully fit together, Song Guanchao felt as though he had broken through something.
Listening to Liu Lanzi’s slightly pained humming, feeling the trembling, convulsing body in his arms, Song Guanchao was stunned.
Was this really her first time?
Song Guanchao could hardly believe it.
Liu Lanzi, who had achieved so much in business, was still a fledgling in matters of men and women?
After a brief moment of distraction, he held her even tighter.
Clutching her slender waist, Song Guanchao slowly lifted her body, then inch by inch, he pressed in.
His movements were gentle, cautious, as if afraid of hurting her.
After what felt like a long time, Song Guanchao, with a voice as rough as an old ox, said, "It’s coming."
Saying this, he was about to lift Liu Lanzi off of him.
But Liu Lanzi clung tightly to him, panting, "It’s okay."
With that, she forcefully sat down.
Song Guanchao felt a sore and numb sensation in his lower back.
Just as he was about to climax, Liu Lanzi also responded, her lower abdomen warming like a breaking dam.
They kissed, embraced, merged together—spirit and flesh united at that sublime peak.
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