Qing Shan's warm and moist breath was clearly hitting Zhi Ruo's ear lobe and neck making her tremble while she tried to distance herself from him. Qing Shan immediately understood her intentions. Stretching his hand he held her waist making her unable to move away from him.
Qing Shan's palm was excessively hot against Zhi Ruo's cold body. Her face turned red like a tomato while blood from the whole body rushed to her face making it seem like dripping in blood. Zhi Ruo had just turned eighteen a few months ago before she got married to Qing Shan. Even though she was betrothed to Su Ye before him she had never had any such intimate contact with any man. Even with Qing Shan, it was probably just the second or third time as they had decided to understand each other in a better way.
