"Want you? What do you mean want you?"
It took Li Xuan a while to comprehend, until he saw Xue Yunrou's flushed cheeks, eyes filled with spring-like allure, and he eventually realized her meaning.
Then his heart started beating out of control, causing his body to heat up irresistibly.
Li Xuan felt as though his brain was burning; even speaking coherently became a task.
"Yunrou, are you referring to... making love?"
"Making love? What is that?"
Xue Yunrou did not understand those modern terms. What she did, was to press her soft, pink lips directly onto Li Xuan's.
Only after about thirty breaths, did Xue Yunrou reluctantly pull away.
She curled her arms around Li Xuan's neck, panting softly, her breath tasting like sweet nectar. A strand of saliva traced the corner of her lips.
"What I meant was making love — an intimate union, offering myself to you! Xuan, tonight, I want you to make me your woman!"
