Perhaps it was the privacy afforded by the room that sparked his daring. Fu Yanlin began to cross boundaries, his kisses venturing beneath her clothes.
Despite the lapse of time since their separation, he still knew exactly where Wen Sheng's most sensitive spots were. Riddled with regret and a tinge of guilt, he was determined to give her pleasure, every move he made was carefully executed to please her.
Soon, Wen Sheng found herself surrendered.
She was defeated entirely.
She was tipsy, yet not entirely drunk.
She knew this shouldn't be happening with Fu Yanlin, but her brain seemed prickled with excitement and desire. It took her a while to barely whimper, "Fu Yanlin, you can't—"
They were over!
He had no right!
It had been a while since Fu Yanlin had heard such a pitiful plea from her. He kissed her lips sympathetically, but didn't stop what he was doing as he continued to strip away her constraints.
