Devour her.
The car's dome light came on, casting tiny, faint beams over their bodies, still glistening from their recent indulgence. Their skin was dotted with beads of sweat like a scattered galaxy, shimmering beautifully.
Song Guanyu's ears and neck were flushed crimson. She sat sideways in Ye Yansheng's lap, her breathing not yet steady. The tip of her nose was red, and her lips were a brighter red than the lip gloss she had put on before leaving.
"Still not recovered?" Ye Yansheng asked gently, holding her. One hand reached up to lightly pinch her earlobe. Song Guanyu, still dazed, trembled at his touch.
He switched to cupping her cheek, his thumb tracing the fine hairs on her face, visible in the light. He caressed her flushed, tender cheek, his movements very light.
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