Nian Bing moved away from Lan Chen's lips, kissing her delicate, fragile face. He kissed her eyes, her brows, and her swan-like slender neck. Each gentle kiss made Lan Chen's delicate body tremble slightly. Her hands, which initially pushed against Nian Bing's chest, had slid behind him. In between breaths, she relished this wonderful sensation, gradually opening up her heart and body in front of the man she loved.
Nian Bing's actions suddenly ceased, and he pressed his forehead against Lan Chen's, softly asking, "Chenchen, may I?" Despite his fervent desire to release his longing with his lover, he would still respect her wishes. If she were unwilling, Nian Bing wouldn't force her, no matter how hard it was for him.
