Li Meirong faced Zhu Qingyue as he pulled her into his lap. Her legs slid around his waist as though he was a tree she planned to climb.
Staying true to his word, Zhu Qingyue made no further move and allowed Li Meirong to take control of the circumstances. His eyes stayed closed at her command, yet a small crafty smile tugged at his lips.
Zhu Qingyue's palms left a tingling sensation along Li Meirong's spine. She felt him kneading her backside, right before trailing his fingers up her back. Even through the thick fabric of the robe, she could feel the sensation as strongly as if he had touched her bare skin.
Ultimately, the torturous fingers ceased their mind numbing ministrations once Zhu Qingyue gently grasped the back of her head and began to slowly stroke her hair.
