Zhi Mei continued to kiss BaiShe with overflowing passion, her soft and warm lips pressed against his while he was lying on the large silk bed. Her long blonde hair cascaded over the young man's chest, forming a golden veil that contrasted with his pale skin. She kissed him as if she had waited for this moment all her life, her tongue seeking his with a tenderness mixed with urgency.
BaiShe slid his hands along her back and slowly caressed her spine through the thin fabric of her dress. In a fluid movement, he straightened up into a sitting position, making her tilt slightly. Without breaking the kiss, he slid the thin straps of her dress down her shoulders. The light fabric fell to her waist, revealing her firm and round breasts, with nipples already hardened by excitement.
He pulled back slightly to admire her. Zhi Mei had rosy cheeks and lips swollen from the kisses. Her blue eyes, usually so clear and cold, were already misty with emotion.
