Wang Yuyan dared not look at Zhang Xiaomeng, her shyness overwhelming, "Xiaomeng, don't look."
"I'm dying of embarrassment."
Yet, she buried her head in Zhang Xiaomeng's embrace.
Zhang Xiaomeng's dragon had already risen, ready for battle at any moment.
"Xiaomeng, I'm so afraid it will hurt."
"I've heard that the first time is always painful," Wang Yuyan said, her face a mix of shyness and fear.
"Don't worry, I'll be gentle," Zhang Xiaomeng said, a hint of smugness crossing his lips.
Wang Yuyan bit her thin lip hard, awaiting Zhang Xiaomeng's favor and deep love.
However, at that moment, footsteps sounded outside the door, halting abruptly at the entrance.
"Yuyan, are you in there?"
"I just heard your brother say he brought a friend back home, who's really good at gambling on stones."
"Your stepmom thought, he must know something about antiques as well."
"Your stepmom has a few antiques and wants your friend to take a look at them for us."
