Chapter 257
When Chenyang first kissed her, Liu Qian didn’t react much.
Her breathing just quickened a little.
When his hand gently caressed her earlobe, her breathing quickened further, and her delicate body trembled slightly.
And when his large hand stroked past her fair neck, sliding down to the edge of her breasts, the frequency of her trembling clearly increased.
Moreover, a dazed look surfaced in her slightly narrowed, beautiful eyes.
Sensing these changes in her, the corners of Chenyang’s mouth lifted into a subtle smirk.
’Didn’t you just say you didn’t feel anything?’ he thought. ’So why are you panting now, completely lost in the moment and enjoying it?’
’Little minx, I refuse to believe there’s a woman in this world who isn’t moved by desire!’
As he mused, Chenyang deepened the kiss, and his roaming hand slipped directly inside her collar.
Beneath Liu Qian’s short-sleeved shirt was a lace-patterned bra.
It was very thin, a sheer, openwork design.
Even through the fabric of the cups, he could feel the softness and fullness of her breasts.
A handful, soft yet firm!
As Chenyang’s fingers squeezed, the soft mounds of her breasts changed shape.
At first, Liu Qian merely furrowed her delicate brows, but when he increased the pressure, soft moans of "Ngh... ah..." escaped her lips.
Chenyang glanced down. The Liu Qian before him now was like a completely different person.
Before the kiss, she had been dismissive and scornful of such things, a cold, untouchable fairy who seemed to be above worldly desires.
Now, however, her pretty face was flushed, her beautiful eyes hazy with desire.
Her full, soft body was no longer stiff, but had melted like water into Chenyang’s embrace.
Her once-passive tongue had now become active.
When Chenyang deliberately tried to pull away, she immediately wrapped her arms around his neck, her soft tongue actively tangling with his.
In truth, a part of her was still disdainful of these acts.
She still felt that a kiss and a few caresses were no big deal. Sex was something she neither needed nor cared to have.
But as their kiss grew more intense, her stubborn convictions began to waver.
As he kissed her, her heart inexplicably began to race.
When she began to respond, her heart raced even faster, joined by a sense of fascination. She hoped it would continue, hoped for more of that feeling, which felt something like happiness.
And when Chenyang caressed her, her body trembled involuntarily as a sensation of excitement and arousal spread through her.
It made her feel things she had never felt before as she gradually succumbed to the sensations.
This feeling turned her resistance into active reciprocation.
The slick wetness that appeared between her thighs made her quietly press her legs together.
Soon, the wetness not only intensified, but an empty, itching sensation appeared as well.
She had felt this sensation before, but never this distinctly.
Rubbing her thighs together did little to relieve it, so, unwilling to admit the truth of her arousal, she crossed them instead.
As she lifted her legs, her lab coat fell open.
Instantly, the pair of fair, tender legs beneath her hot pants were exposed to the air.
Liu Qian didn’t have stick-thin legs. Her thighs were slightly full but carried no excess fat, giving them a toned, athletic look.
Her calves were slender and straight, her skin fair and smooth.
Crossing her legs managed to slightly alleviate the empty feeling.
But the relief didn’t last even half a minute.
As he continued his caresses, Chenyang pushed her bra up.
His hot, large hand pressed fully against her plump breasts.
While kneading her wantonly, he pinched the pink bud between two fingers and began to gently roll it.
With every flick of his fingers, Liu Qian felt the emptiness deep inside her grow more intense.
Once the previously soft bud had hardened completely, her sexy little panties were almost entirely soaked through.
The endless emptiness transformed into a desire she had never known.
She longed for something to fill the void.
During all this, she felt she was about to lose control.
The hand that had been wrapped around Chenyang’s neck slid down to his chest, involuntarily tracing his pectoral muscles before drifting further down.
It was a completely unconscious act. Liu Qian knew she shouldn’t be doing it, but she just couldn’t stop herself.
And as her whole body trembled, she pressed herself even closer to Chenyang.
"It... it itches so much... I want it..."