Perhaps, neither of them knew how they ended up embracing each other all the way to the bedside, just as He Zhilan herself didn't realize when she lost her mind, drifting in He Teng's embrace, basking in his warmth.
Underneath her coat, there was only a cotton slip dress, one strap of which had already slid off her shoulder and the hem had long been wrapped around her waist, revealing pink panties.
He Teng's kisses moved from her lips upwards, kissing away the tears she had just shed, gently landing on her eyelids with a hint of pity.
"It tickles~" He Zhilan murmured softly, pushing the person on her body, but the next second, her hand was tightly grasped by him, unable to move. His kisses then traveled down, back to her lips, behind her ear, and lingered on her fair neck.
"He Zhilan, if you regret this, there's still a chance."
