Listening to Zhu Shanshan's regretful whispers, Yang Fan really wanted to tilt his head and tell her, "Don't worry, just go for it. I definitely won't mind. I would like to explore, too."
But, in the end, reason overpowered the impulse of the moment.
To aim for a long-term goal, he must suppress the small impulse at the moment.
As long as they maintained this state, there would certainly come a day when they could act without any inhibition.
But if Zhu Shanshan was frightened now, whether there would be a future opportunity was truly another matter altogether.
Zhu Shanshan leaned over and kissed Yang Fan's lips, then reluctantly stood up and got dressed.
Her figure was beautiful, well-maintained with curves in all the right places, and her skin soft as silk.
No one would guess that she was a woman in her early thirties from any angle.
