Shen Qianshu did not know whether it was fear or indignance. She laid on his shoulders and felt so shy that she could not lift her head up. He embraced her as his breathing slowed down. This was really a torturing matter. The tip of her nose pressed against his shoulder, rubbing it.
"Master, you are so good."
"Don't tease me." Ye Ling raised his hand and gave her a slap on her butt. In the darkness, she felt a sense of unexplained shamefulness. She laid on his shoulders, not daring to even talk anymore. Ye Ling controlled himself and pushed her away slightly. "I'll go take a cold shower."
Shen Qianshu was startled. All this while, it was a misfire. In the middle of winter, he had taken quite a few cold showers. It was really too sinful. She had not reacted to what she had done yet when she pushed herself onto Ye Ling. Her voice was as fine as a mosquito buzzing.
"Master, I'll help you… "
…
"Actually, you… you… should go shower."
