In the quiet room.
Wang Xin lay on her back in bed, staring at the ceiling.
Thinking back on what had just happened, waves of annoyance and regret washed over her.
She covered her face with her hands.
At that moment, through the spaces between her fingers, the distinct masculine scent of a man hit her full on.
At the whiff of that scent, her mind quivered.
It was a smell she had never encountered before, not particularly pleasant, even slightly fishy, but for some reason, despite her fastidiousness, she didn't feel the slightest bit of disgust. Instead, she couldn't help but want to take a few more sniffs.
It was as if that scent held a kind of magic, possessing a tremendous power of temptation.
Covering her face, she couldn't resist taking several deep breaths.
Her mind couldn't stop revisiting that fiery stiffness.
Tang Feng's… it was so big, so very big, not just large but also so hard; if it entered her body, could she take it?
Would it tear her apart?
