"Breathe in, tighten your belly," Yan Yu reminded.
Zhou Hongyu did not respond, simply following his instructions in silence.
She suddenly remembered the past intimacy in Maowu City, Jawa, the kissing and embracing with this man. Despite numerous attempts to forget those moments completely after returning safely, they would occasionally reappear in her dreams late at night.
Strangely enough, upon waking, she always felt a sense of loss.
Zhou Hongyu had thought she was prepared for a life of solitary—her bad temper and formidable strength made her the kind of woman who intimidated others, a woman no man would dare to provoke.
Except for Yan Yu.
Yes, except for this man... he was like the devil fated for me.
Without a word, she leaned her body forward, as if trying hard to meld into Yan Yu's embrace, feeling his hand searching in the pocket of her pants at her buttocks before he finally found the elixir bottle and pulled it out.
