In Zhu Xian, people start to rise from plundering entries

Su Han's kiss became more and more eager, and his hot breath was like substance, spreading wantonly on Bi Yao's delicate skin, causing her body to tremble slightly.

Bi Yao's heartbeat was like dense drumbeats, rapidly accelerating. She could clearly feel Su Han's strong desire.

At this moment, she was deeply immersed in this hot and confusing atmosphere. Her brain seemed to be shrouded in a fog. Reason and emotion were like two ferocious beasts, engaging in a fierce confrontation deep in her heart.

Su Han's hands, like those of a nimble yet anxious dancer, slowly moved along the curves of Bi Yao's body.

Every gentle touch is like throwing a stone into a calm lake, instantly igniting a new cluster of flames.

Biyao's clothes gradually became messy under his seemingly gentle movements.

The snow-white skin was more exposed to the air, and under the reflection of the mottled light and shadow around it, it exuded an almost dreamy and attractive luster.

Su Han's gaze had already become increasingly blurred, as if the whole world had disappeared.

In his eyes, at this moment, there was only Bi Yao's beautiful face and graceful figure that fascinated him deeply.

"Biyao..."

Su Han whispered softly in Bi Yao's ear.

As he spoke, his lips fell eagerly on Biyao's lips again. This time, the kiss was like the surging waves, with a deeper attachment and uncontrollable eagerness, as if he wanted to convey all his emotions to Biyao through this kiss.

Under this violent and intense attack, Biyao's body gradually became weak and she leaned almost completely involuntarily in Su Han's arms.

Her hands were originally subconsciously trying to stop Su Han's increasingly bold actions.

But at this moment, it just rested weakly on his arm.

Her eyes were tightly closed, and her long eyelashes fluttered like a frightened butterfly. The fierce struggle in her heart made her breathing disordered and rapid, as if she would suffocate at any time.

As Su Han continued to move forward, Bi Yao's clothes were taken off piece by piece...

Her willow-like waist and round jade-like shoulders were presented to Su Han without reservation. Su Han's breathing became heavier.

Soon, Biyao looked like a snow-white lamb.

However, just when Biyao was about to completely sink into this turbulent whirlpool of emotions, a breeze blew past gently like an uninvited guest.

This breeze brings with it a slight chill.

Just like a clear spring, it instantly penetrated the fog that made Biyao's consciousness chaotic, making her confused consciousness a little clearer.

She suddenly came to her senses, and her heart felt as if it had been hit by a heavy hammer, with a strong sense of uneasiness and shyness surging up in her.

"No... No... No way."

Bi Yao suddenly reacted, her voice trembling noticeably, as if it was squeezed out from deep in her throat.

She used all her strength to push Su Han away, her hands moving in panic like a frightened bird.

She picked up the clothes scattered on the side and hugged them tightly in front of her, trying to cover her naked body that was exposed due to the intimate action just now.

Her cheeks were as red as ripe apples, and her eyes were full of embarrassment and panic. She was like a frightened deer, and she didn't dare to look directly into Su Han's eyes.

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

Then he slowly stretched out his hand and gently comforted Bi Yao, who was feeling uneasy at the moment.

Biyao lowered her head, hugged her clothes tightly, and her body was still trembling slightly, like a flower shivering in the cold wind.

"I... I'm not ready yet." (End of this chapter)