Super Sweet, 100\% Honeymoon-Chapter 643 - 633 Don’t Endure It

Xiyan trembled but did not retreat in the slightest.

There was even a trace of willingness in her response.

This behavior.

Completely snapped the thread of reason that Ou Jue had been holding onto.

He cupped her face with one hand.

And relentlessly plundered the sweetness of the girl beneath him.

His other hand had already lifted her dress upward.

Xiyan was wearing a dress today.

With that lift, it was practically no different from being exposed.

Feeling slightly shy, Xiyan’s legs instinctively rubbed against each other, but Ou Jue domineeringly intervened and parted them.

"Don’t..." The sultry tone in her voice didn’t sound like genuine resistance at all.

It was more like playing hard to get.

Ou Jue, who was always composed and calm, completely lost it in this moment.

Heavy breaths brushed against Xiyan’s ear, "Saying this now... it’s too late."

To take her.

And then, with a fitting title, protect her forever!

This was the only thought occupying Ou Jue’s mind right now.

The girl’s dress had already been bunched up around her upper body.

Her flawless, creamy skin emerged for the first time, unobstructed by the fabric barrier, fully visible to his eyes.

Ou Jue’s breathing faltered slightly, and his gaze darkened completely.

He lowered his head.

Xiyan clung to him in a fluster, overwhelmed by nervousness, excitement, and uncertainty...

It was a feeling she had never experienced before.

A tingling sensation spread across her entire body, ignited by his kisses.

It felt as though even her heart seemed to quiver.

Uncontrollable sounds began to escape her throat, ones she couldn’t even suppress herself, "Ou Jue... Ou Jue..."

She didn’t know why she kept calling his name.

Her mind had gone completely blank.

Aside from continuously calling the name of the boy she loved deeply, she didn’t know what else to say...

The tone of her voice was nothing like how Xiyan usually spoke.

Soft, alluring, with hints of unease...

Fortunately, there was no one around, and the tent was unlit, illuminated only by scattered fireflies.

The faint, barely glowing light offered an inexplicable sense of security and grounding.

Come to think of it... Why was there no one else here?

Could it be that this stretch of coastline had been privately reserved by Ou Jue?

As her thoughts wandered, Xiyan suddenly felt a wet sensation lingering on her...

"Mm..." She bit her lower lip tightly, her toes curling instinctively.

Never, she had never felt anything like this before...

Her cheeks flushed, and her breathing grew increasingly erratic.

Hearing her effort to suppress herself, Ou Jue slid his fingers into her mouth, preventing her from continuing to bite her lip.

"Idiot, are you trying to hurt yourself?"

His voice, hoarse and dripping with desire, was imbued with an unexplainable sensuality.

Xiyan felt all the more helpless, her body tense and rigid.

What to do, what should she do now?

"Don’t hold back." Ou Jue leaned in closer, brushing feathery kisses over her hair and ear, "Let it out. I love the sound."

Half-curled in his embrace, Xiyan’s luminous eyes were glazed over with a thin layer of mist, an intoxicating daze.

Her consciousness felt utterly at his mercy.

She had already lost herself entirely.

The soft murmurs caught in her throat lingered, held back only by the last shred of reason she clung to.

"Xia Xiyan." Ou Jue’s voice caressed her ears, low, dangerous, and laced with an irresistible allure, "Say it, let it out."

Her ears—they were so sensitive, so ticklish.

She couldn’t hold it back any longer; an ambiguous sound escaped her throat, "Ah..."