Surrounded by high-quality velvet quilt, it felt like treading on clouds, light and dizzying.
The average person would feel relaxed, even buoyant, after drinking.
What Qin Ruan felt was a pleasure that surpassed that of being drunk - an intoxication that put her body and mind at ease.
This made her abandon her basic instincts of vigilance.
She didn't know who started it, nor who took the initiative, but their lips and teeth were interlocked.
Thin clothes were discarded on the room's carpet.
The atmosphere inside the room plunged into ambiguity, the air flow became slower.
A complete loss of control, they both succumbed, indulged in the uncontrollable.
"Good girl."
A gentle comforting sound echoed in her ears.
The voice was deep, an undeniable command, mixed with a provocative allure.
Wrapped in a strong hormonal scent, Qin Ruan dared not move.
The barren tree had encountered spring, full of vitality.
The flowers would soon bloom.
