At that time, Ye Xi, wearing a sexy lace nightgown, lay beside him in the intoxicating depths of the night.
She had been this nervous before, whispering shyly in his ear, "I...am a bit nervous, can you be gentler with me later?"
Song Musen's emotions swirled in his eyes as he stared at Lu Yingying for a while, then reached out to touch her cheek.
"What are you thinking about? Did you hear what I said?"
Lu Yingying felt a mixture of anticipation and shyness.
After a moment of silence, Song Musen responded heavily, "Hmm."
...
For the entire afternoon, the two of them hardly left their hotel room.
After their lovemaking, Lu Yingying still lingered in the afterglow, her eyes hazy.
With not a stitch on her body, her white, young, elastic skin had turned a light pink. Sweat dampened her hair, and the broken strands by her temples stuck to her cheeks. The whole room was filled with a heavy musky sweetness.
