It was a completely different sensation than his fingers.

His nose nuzzled against her sensitive flesh, adding to the tingling pleasure. He used both tongue and lips, alternating between sucking and teasing her cl1t and entrance. The wet sounds echoing in the quiet room were incredibly arovsing.

Overwhelmed, Yan Zhen writhed, trying to escape, but her legs were firmly held. Her moans were laced with a desperate, broken cry. "...No...stop...there...don't...Ah! Chen...Chen Huaixu!"

"Wrong name." He nipped lightly at her swollen cl1t and gave her bottom a gentle swat. It wasn't even a real spank, but it sent a shiver through her, tightening her core and squeezing out more moisture that dripped onto the jacket beneath her.

She was so sensitive.

"Gege...Huaixu-gege...Mmm..." Unable to bear it any longer, Yan Zhen collapsed against the sofa, gasping and moaning. She reached down to push him away, but he caught her hand, lacing their fingers together as he intensified his ministrations.

His tongue flicked hard across her entrance, followed by a sharp suck that sent another wave of trembling through her. She whimpered and cried, begging him to stop.

"No...I...Ahh..." Her chest heaved, her eyes glazed with tears, clearly overwhelmed by the intense pleasure. Her legs, draped over his shoulders, began to kick weakly.

It felt as if he were licking her open, sucking her dry, a bone-deep ache spreading through her like fireworks exploding in her mind.

With another hard flick of his tongue against her cl1t, Yan Zhen cried out, her body tensing before collapsing against the sofa. Her hair was dishevelled, her lips parted as she gasped for breath, her eyes unfocused, her fingers still trembling. The sudden cl1max had left her dazed, unable to process anything.

It had only been a few minutes, but it felt like an eternity.

Chen Huaixu suckled a few more times before kissing the soft skin of her inner thigh. He rose, cleaning himself with a tissue before lifting her into his arms.

"Did you enjoy that, baby?" He brushed her hair away from her face, his voice low.

Yan Zhen leaned against his shoulder, her cheeks flushed, unable to speak. She glanced down at the damp stain on his jacket, then quickly averted her gaze.

Chen Huaixu turned her head away. "Don't look."

His own release would take considerably longer, and the mall was closing soon. They couldn't stay here.

And watching him would only make him harder.

Yan Zhen whispered, "...Won't you be uncomfortable?"

"So considerate of me now." He looked down at her. "Why don't you call Yan Zhao and tell him you're not coming home?"

Yan Zhen whined softly, wrapping her arms around his waist and nuzzling against his shoulder.

Chen Huaixu pinched her cheek, his voice calm. "Alright, I'll remember that. You'll pay for this later."