After the long kiss, she was breathless as she laid weakly on Li ZiChen's chest. Something hot and hard snuggled between her legs, her body perked as her nerves became errant from feeling the ecstasy that they shared from the kiss. She knew she should stop. She had been warning herself to stop and not to dive deeper into this abyss of pleasure.
But this wasn't pleasure. She was sober unlike before, Li ZiChen is also sober like her, and they were in sound of mind. AiLin never thought of herself as someone weak to pleasure, instead she always had a deep aversion against pleasure, finding it disgusting as she had always been forced by men who wanted to taken advantage of her. But this was different.
Her rush of desire and pleasure didn't came from only wanting to feel Li ZiChen's skin or to have a quick release from the pent up frustration she had gathered.
It was different.
