Leaning against Lu Ping's warm chest, listening to his strong and powerful heartbeat, Jiang Wenqing finally felt some of her fear dissipate.
As her emotions eased, her body also began to become aware of Lu Ping's presence, the male hormones making her feel heated all over.
Unconsciously, she extended her pale and delicate fingers, grazing along Lu Ping's chest.
Lu Ping also felt Wenqing's restlessness, as her soft hand touched him, it was as if she scatters embers, burning him uncomfortably all over, making him unable to help but let out heavy breaths.
The atmosphere in the room gradually became ambiguous…
Lu Ping's hand couldn't help but explore towards Wenqing's chest…
A soft moan could be heard.
Wenqing instinctively clenched her lips.
How could she make such an embarrassing sound… She was dying of shame!
Without realizing it, Wenqing buried her face into Lu Ping's chest.
