Yin Shuiling turned her small head around. Her hair was all tied up; she had it tied up into a cute bun. Her fringe on her forehead made her small, attractive face look even more appealing. Her eyebrows and her nose seemed as if they'd been drawn by an artist, delicate and beautiful.
She blinked with her large wet eyes as she looked at the man. She was both innocent and curious as she coyly asked, "Older Brother, what good thing do you have on your body? Why aren't you giving it to me?"
Yin Muchensaw her innocent behaviour, and his eyes were dark and sparkling. His voice was hoarse. He bent his body down to peck her rose petal-like red lips as he said, "Yeah, I will not give it to you now because you are too young…"
As he kissed her, Yin Shuiling's small, fair hand firmly clasped his collar, and she blinked her long thick lashes. She recounted what he had taught her, then closed her eyes.
