There was aphrodisiac between each of their breaths. The moment the fuse of desire caught fire, there was no turning back. Rolling over, Yan Huan laid on her back and plucked at Lu Yi's buttons playfully.
Lu Yi put a hand on her shoulder.
"Is your arm alright now?"
"Yep," answered Yan Huan. "Since a long time ago. You were the one insisting that I was a cripple. Even a cripple would have recovered by now."
"Let me take a look," said Lu Yi as he carefully touched her arm. "Does it hurt here?"
Yan Huan shook her head. His hand moved up and gave a squeeze. "How about here?" Yan Huan shook her head again.
His arm was at Yan Huan's shoulder by now. Spontaneously, he reached inside the blankets.
Yan Huan's eyelashes twitched as her eyes grew hazy.
Then they had sex—the wonderful physical intertwining of a male and a female, a pleasure most addictive.
It belonged to him as much as her.
