He laid Yun Yao onto the bed, but her restless hands kept wandering, sparking flames wherever they touched.
"Wanwan, stop it." His voice held a note of restraint and forced composure.
Perhaps because the Taotie wine was so potent, Yun Yao kept calling out that she was hot. Her fair, delicate hands clawed incessantly at her collar until, in moments, a vast expanse of snowy skin was laid bare.
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