In the pitch-black room where one could hardly see their own hand in front of them, there was nothing left but the sound of heavy breathing.
Chu Shihan's body was stiff, and all she could do was act on instinct. With no experience to guide her, she tightly grasped Lin Fan's wrist, feeling his large hand continually roaming over her body. The seductive softness in the darkness was not voluptuous, but it carried a virginal scent. Lin Fan was in no rush to advance; after all, the night was long, and he naturally wanted to savor his time with the clumsy beauty.
The youthful body was brimming with resilience. After her last line of defense had been removed, Lin Fan pulled her tightly into his embrace and guided her small hand to gently touch his body. Though she could not see, her body shuddered at the touch, and from her soft hand, he felt a sensation he had never experienced before.
"Is this… alright… I'm so scared…"
