He turned his head back just as Qiao Li leaned in, one hand caressing his waist, the other gliding across his back. He shivered, forgetting to breathe.

The young man’s body carried the fresh scent of his shower, his skin burning hot. His abs, tense with nerves, felt firm and vibrant.

She was pleased with the feel of him, her fingers reaching the edge of his underwear. "Do you want me to take these off for you?"

Feng Yi felt a rush of heat in his nose, nearly causing a nosebleed. A burning sensation surged through his lower abdomen, his ar0usal swelling rapidly and intensely. He wanted to step back, afraid the noticeable bulge beneath his underwear would touch her and displease her.

Qiao Li led him to the bed by the hand, her left hand gently stroking his spine, her right slipping inside the waistband of his underwear. He could clearly feel the movement of her fingers, the sensation amplified, her fingertips soft and warm as they explored beneath the fabric, sending a wave of intense tingling heat to his core.

When her fingers brushed against his thick pubic hair, Feng Yi's breath hitched, his chest heaving, a desperate urge to push her away rising within him.

Her hand touched him.

Feng Yi nearly moaned.

Qiao Li’s palm rubbed against him, the heat so intense he felt her palm might melt. Her movements stretched the fabric of his underwear, finally freeing him. He sprang free, the tip round and large. The underwear pressed against him, causing a flicker of pain across Feng Yi’s face.

Qiao Li rescued him, tugging the underwear down and pushing him onto the bed.

His underwear snagged on his thighs, and Feng Yi quickly pulled the troublesome garment off. He looked up to see Qiao Li had already unwrapped her towel, revealing her beautifully sculpted body. Full, delicate bre4sts, a slender waist, long, straight legs, every inch of her seemed so breathtakingly beautiful it felt like a dream.

He suddenly felt his own body was horribly flawed. Just as he started to curl his legs inwards, he saw Qiao Li's gaze fall to the space between them. He felt himself twitch involuntarily and quickly covered himself.

Qiao Li climbed onto the bed, his gaze drawn to the dark, alluring triangle between her legs, the sight igniting a burning heat within him.

She straddled him, removing his hand and taking hold of him. A gentle squeeze, and Feng Yi's hands gripped the sheets tightly.

The tip was a delicate pink, the sh4ft dark red with ar0usal, thicker than most, standing proudly er3ct, radiating raw masculinity. She stroked him a few times, and even before she’d properly begun, Feng Yi was panting heavily.

A clear fluid beaded at the tip. Surprised by his intense reaction, she looked up.

His eyes, dark and bright, now glazed with a hazy film, met hers. He looked almost vulnerable.

From this angle, the corners of Qiao Li’s eyes tilted upwards, a seductive expression that made Feng Yi certain he was about to have a nosebleed.

Distracted by their locked gazes, he forgot to hold back. Without warning, Qiao Li's finger grazed the tip, and a tight spasm gripped his lower abdomen. A muffled groan escaped his throat. "Uh..."

Qiao Li’s fingertip, barely coated with the pre-cvm, was then met with a spurt of thick, white fluid against the back of her hand.

He shuddered, convulsing, as he continued to release, the fluid landing on his stomach, the sheets, and Qiao Li’s hand.

Qiao Li didn't like alcohol. Drunk, she had little control over her words and actions.