Of course, Qin Yi kept quiet and made a fortune. Only a fool would argue over who felt better at a time like this.
He sat with An'an entirely in his arms, holding her like a doll. "This is what a warm little treasure is."
Dazed with passion, An'an turned her head and continued kissing him, letting his hands seek warmth from her.
Her body had always been soft, supple as though boneless, and here in this icy place, it was faintly warm. It truly could not have felt more comfortable.
And with her small, exquisite frame held in his arms, she really did resemble a doll. Once her clam shell had turned incorporeal, it seemed as though it had been for this very moment...
Actually, when Yu Shang had swayed her waist and come to sit in his lap upon the throne before, the posture had been similar, yet the sensation had been entirely different. Yu Shang had the nearly six-foot model figure of a woman who could only sit sideways, her slender hands winding around his neck with the temptation of an elder sister.
Yet An'an was only about five foot three. Curled up and leaning back in his arms, she was like a little sister he was holding.
And yet this little sister was more generously endowed. What a strange thing.
He was studying the ergonomic curves of his warm little treasure, but how could An'an, still an untouched maiden, endure this? While Qin Yi was still engrossed in the warmth beneath his palm, An'an suddenly convulsed. Her eyes stared blankly into the distance with a silly, dazed look, and she went limp.
Qin Yi: "..."
Overwhelmed by shame, An'an buried her face in his chest. Even her words were hard to make out. "Sir, wasn't Sir