Jing Yiran suddenly felt that his body was on fire. He felt very thirsty and drank a full cup of cold water.
But the water did not help.
He was still feeling very thirsty!
Whenever he took Lu's supple and small body into his arms, the part which he had always been so proud of, worked again!
Lu was like an exquisite doll lying in bed against the moonlight. Her face was damp and shining and her long eyelashes looked beautiful. Her lips were cute and plump. Everything about her was calling out to him.
Jing Yiran kept mumbling inside his heart - she is not my type, she is not my type, no, she is not!
During the past thirty years, she had never been Jing Yiran's type.
But now things were different. He was not sure if she was, and that was why he kept indicating to himself that she was not his type.
However, it did not work. He shut his eyes and could still imagine the beauty of the body that was leaning against him!
