Zi Chen had effortlessly carried her on his arms. Her wet body scooped out off the bathtub, his hands quickly and tenderly brought her to the bed while his lips were locked on to her mouth, his kisses wet and hot that only riled her even more.
Truthfully, AiLin had always feared anything sexual.
She only found out when she was in the prison that she would react negatively upon touching anyone's hands that she considered a stranger. Since then, touching someone's body had made her feel nervous and anxious. It was a common trauma for someone who had been both abused and violated, especially when she was unconscious her family had robbed the daughter that was still in her stomach.
But it was different for Li ZiChen.
No, actually, it had always been different with him.
Since they first met, his touches never felt disgusting or it would made her feel scared.
