Today, Yuan'er lacked the shyness of last night, her eyes instead carrying a hint of anticipation.
When she removed Lin Zhenghui's last piece of clothing, she discovered that his brother had already risen with bold aspirations.
Lin Zhenghui did not speak.
Nangong Yuan'er also did not speak.
She carefully bathed Lin Zhenghui's body, being careful not to wet the wound on his arm.
It wasn't until she began to wash Lin Zhenghui's front that Nangong Yuan'er squatted down and gently rinsed his "brother."
Different from yesterday, she did not close her legs, seemingly allowing Lin Zhenghui to see her "white tiger" in the valley.
Lin Zhenghui watched quietly, his gaze fixated on it.
The more Lin Zhenghui stared at it, the faster Nangong Yuan'er's heartbeat accelerated, and her blood churned.
"Yuan'er, why don't you let me play with it for a bit? I'm dying for it. Don't you crave it too?"
