"Well, looks like I'm going to treat myself today. I'm the first one to savor Yao Yue's little grapes." Ye Chen leaned down, his tongue gently sliding over Yao Yue's chest. Yao Yue had initially wanted to refuse, but at the moment when Ye Chen's tongue slid across, she shuddered slightly.
It was an indescribable thrill, something Yao Yue had never experienced in over twenty years of life. Could this be the rumored joy between men and women? Her face flushed with embarrassment, and she was somewhat unsure of what to do next. She wanted to push Ye Chen away, but a thought in her mind resisted her own refusal, accepting Ye Chen's advance. She tried to extend her hand, but it just hovered in the air.
