Yao Qing was naturally open-minded about these things.
Her years abroad had made her utterly unconstrained.
She felt that if he was really struggling to hold back, then it was no big deal.
After all, they were boyfriend and girlfriend, and the worth of a woman was never demonstrated through such matters.
Moreover, isn't this kind of thing pleasurable for both men and women? It's not like only the man enjoys it.
But why on earth had Yu Yanshen become so conservative? He was already in his twenties, which made it all the more strange.
Yu Yanshen had been in the bathroom for nearly an hour before he came out, just in time to see Yao Qing lying on the bed.
Yao Qing felt the allure emanating from him was almost palpable, impossible to suppress.
He casually took a towel and wiped his dark hair, water droplets rolling down his forehead to his prominent nose. His deep eyes held an indescribable sex appeal, as did his lips flushed with a rush of blood, and his abs.
