Gu Yue Na closed her captivating silver eyes and slowly leaned back, pressing her entire back into the warm, solid embrace behind her.
Jiang Zhen instinctively spread his arms and steadily caught her soft, delicately fragrant body.
One hand naturally wrapped around Gu Yue Na's soft, slender waist, while the other, due to the angle, happened to land on an exceptionally full, perky, and astonishingly elastic curve.
That exquisite sensation came through the thin silk robe, making Jiang Zhen's heart stir. Almost instinctively, he gave it a gentle squeeze.
"Mm~"
A seductive moan, part tingling and part coquettish complaint, involuntarily slipped from Gu Yue Na's throat.
Her lovely face, already flushed from healing and embarrassment, was instantly covered in an intoxicating crimson that spread all the way down her jade-white neck. Her body stiffened slightly as well.
"Y-you... don't be so impatient..."
Her voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz, carrying a trace of reproach, but even more of an alluring, half-refusing invitation. She did not struggle in any meaningful way.
"Cough, cough... my hand slipped... it slipped..."
Jiang Zhen's face reddened as he coughed awkwardly. Though he apologized aloud, the hand resting there showed no intention whatsoever of moving away.
Instead, he more clearly savored that breathtaking softness and contour.
Gu Yue Na seemed to tacitly accept this bit of his "shamelessness." Or perhaps she herself was reluctant to give up this intimate closeness and support.
She made no move to get up, nor did she pay any attention to the hand resting over her chest, warm and slightly mischievous.
She merely lazily and completely relaxed, stretching out her originally cross-legged, straight, slender legs.
In an exceptionally comfortable, dependent posture, she nestled in Jiang Zhen's broad, warm embrace, as though she wanted to seek recompense in this moment