Damn this feigned affection and embrace!
What nonsense is this about being 'good'!
At this moment, Yan Wanqing was unspeakably miserable. The pain in her knees from hitting the wooden tub was impossible to ignore, especially now with her heart racing uncontrollably.
Her hands pressed against the man's chest through the fabric of his clothes, but the cloth had been soaked through, gradually thinning to nothingness, slowly allowing the heat of his body to seep through... It was so hot that it sent tremors through the very tips of her heart.
This sensation was too strange.
She felt as if her whole body was heating up; if the room weren't so dim, she thought she might look like a boiled shrimp.
"...Of course not! Cover your eyes and turn around," Yan Wanqing's own voice trembled as she spoke.
In the darkness, the deep and unfamiliar masculine scent enveloped her, and the silence was such that even the slight movement of a swallowing throat could be heard.
