As Ming Yuelin steadied her breath, she playfully pushed Zhang Yuan back onto the bed, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous glint.
Her chest rose and fell with excitement as she knelt on the soft bed, the delicate silk sheets crinkling beneath her knees and she gathered her hair into a sleek ponytail.
"Haa..." she exhaled, her voice a soft hum in the cold night.
"Master, I'm always the one who receives your affection, but my mother taught me something..."
Her fingers danced over his robes as she leaned in closer, a teasing smile tugging at her lips. "She said a woman should know how to pleasure her man with all her heart, to give him all of herself."
With that, her hands moved quickly, confidently, gripping the edges of his robes. The fabric slipped easily through her fingers as she began to remove them, revealing more of his figure with each passing second.
