The Unnamed Gu paused on the man's arm, a sight visible to the naked eye.
Because a small bump had risen on his upper arm's skin. The bump wasn't very big, about the size of a grain of rice, resembling a pimple, it was something that could be seen with the eyes.
She noticed that the man's sleeping robe was wrinkled by her own doing.
Once the numb sensation in her arm subsided, she reached out her small hand to straighten his robe.
Her fingertips brushed the skin at his neckline, and she swallowed hard.
So smooth, so slick, and very delicate.
Just like the silk robe now draped over him, the satin-like softness was irresistible.
Her small hand caressed him over and over until, after a long while, she finally stopped, reluctantly.
"You, you need to wake up soon, you know?" she whispered, bowing her head and sniffing his forehead, then suddenly she whimpered. That damn "craving" had come over her again.
It had been several months already.
Why was it still like this?
