Maybe it was because she already felt drained from all the accumulated pleasure that she didn't take much notice of his words. She was too preoccupied with basking in the afterglow akin to the one Zhu Qingyue gave her all those years ago at the brothel.
Suddenly, his mouth on her skin felt so good and so right, she didn't want him to ever stop.
Despite Zhu Qingyue's dominating position on top of her, she felt cherished by the way he held himself back from going straight to having intercourse. His movements at times turned slightly aggressive, yet she was easily able to discern how difficult it was for him to restrain himself.
The way he struggled to contain his urges and treated her with tenderness as though she was a porcelain treasure, made her feel like she made the right decision. That this time she chose the right man, and nothing would go wrong between them.
