Li Qing was a tad bit embarrassed.
For matters like this, having an emotional foundation made things easier, and without any emotion, there was a different kind of thrill.
But the state between him and Huan Ling Ji, which was somewhere between familiar and unfamiliar, was not easy to handle.
It felt awkward to do anything and how to do it.
When Li Qing's hand landed on the zipper at the back of Huan Ling Ji's dress, his breathing became involuntarily rougher, and due to the excitement, there was a slight tremor in his hand, almost in sync with his heartbeat.
At that moment, it was hard for him to describe the feeling in words; his heart was both excited and conflicted.
Despite that, his actions were still very quick.
With a rip, he pulled the zipper down, and Huan Ling Ji's snow-white back was fully exposed, with the end of the zipper barely revealing the tightly pressed twin mounds at the edge of the bed.
