323: Baguio's Fairness

Su Han's kisses grew more urgent, his scorching breath like a tangible entity, spreading wantonly across Bi Yao's delicate skin, causing her body to tremble slightly.

Bi Yao's heartbeat was like rapid drumbeats, accelerating sharply; she could clearly feel Su Han's intense desire.

At this moment, she was deeply immersed in this fervent and intoxicating atmosphere, her mind seemingly shrouded in a fog, with reason and emotion like two fierce beasts, locked in a fierce struggle deep within her heart.

Su Han's hands, like nimble yet somewhat eager dancers, slowly traced the curves of Bi Yao's body.

Each light touch was like dropping a stone into a calm lake, instantly igniting new sparks of fire.

Bi Yao's clothes, under his seemingly gentle movements, gradually became disheveled.

Her skin, as fair as snow, was increasingly exposed to the air, reflecting the dappled light around them and emitting an almost dreamlike, alluring glow.

Su Han's gaze had long since become increasingly dazed, as if the entire world had vanished.

In his eyes, there was now only Bi Yao's beautiful and captivating face and her graceful figure that deeply enthralled him.

"Bi Yao..."

Su Han whispered softly into Bi Yao's ear.

Saying this, his lips urgently met Bi Yao's lips again. This time, the kiss was like surging waves, carrying deeper affection and uncontrollable urgency, as if he wanted to convey all his emotions to Bi Yao through this kiss.

Under this storm-like, passionate assault, Bi Yao's body gradually softened, almost completely and involuntarily leaning into Su Han's embrace.

Her hands, which had instinctively wanted to resist Su Han's increasingly bold actions, were now just resting weakly on his arms.

Her eyes were tightly closed, her long lashes fluttering like startled butterflies, the intense struggle within her making her breathing chaotic and rapid, as if she might suffocate at any moment.

As Su Han's actions continued, Bi Yao's clothes came off one by one...

Her waist, slender as a willow, and her shoulders, smooth as jade, were presented before Su Han without reservation.

Su Han's breathing grew heavier.

Soon, Bi Yao was like a pure white lamb.

However, just as Bi Yao was about to completely sink into this surging emotional vortex, a gentle breeze, like an uninvited guest, softly brushed past.

This wisp of breeze carried a hint of coolness, faint yet present.

It was like a clear spring, instantly piercing through the fog that had clouded Bi Yao's consciousness, clearing her muddled thoughts somewhat.

She suddenly snapped back to reality, her heart feeling as if struck by a heavy hammer, a strong sense of unease and shyness surging within her.

"No... I can't... I can't."

Bi Yao suddenly reacted, her voice trembling noticeably, as if squeezed from deep within her throat.

She used all her strength to push Su Han away, her hands fluttering in panic like startled birds.

She picked up the clothes scattered nearby and clutched them tightly to her chest, trying to cover her body that had been exposed by the intimate actions just now.

Her cheeks were flushed red like a ripe apple, her eyes filled with shyness and panic, like a startled deer, unable to meet Su Han's gaze at all.

Su Han was pushed away by Bi Yao. Looking at Bi Yao's flustered and pitiful appearance, he shook his head helplessly.

Then he slowly reached out his hand, gently comforting Bi Yao, who was filled with unease at this moment.

Bi Yao lowered her head, clutching her clothes tightly, her body still trembling slightly, like a flower shivering in the cold wind.

"I... I'm not ready."