Your lips are so sweet, just like in my dreams…
Lin Shiyu raised her pretty almond-shaped eyes and looked at the man. "Young Master Fu, did you have an erotic dream?"
Fu Qinglun pecked her tender lips and closed his eyes. "Yes, I often have such dreams. It's always you in my dreams… I will dream of hugging you, kissing your lips… dream of myself pinning you down, and then lifting up your slender legs to wrap them around my waist… I dream of…"
"Fu Qinglun, stop it, don't say anymore!" Lin Shiyu stretched her fair hand out to cover his lips.
She didn't know when he had suddenly become so lewd and was more worldly and experienced in these things.
Fu Qinglun reached his arm out to envelop her in his embrace and hugged her tightly. He never wanted to let go of this woman.
…
Both of them arrived at a hostel. The receptionist asked, "Sir, Madam, may I know how many rooms you need?"
"Two rooms," Lin Shiyu answered.
