Lin Xuan's breath brushed the side of her neck, warm against her sensitive skin, which had flushed red.
He rested his head lightly on her fragrant shoulder, the tip of his nose almost touching her silky hair. In a lazy, matter-of-fact tone, he said:
"If I don't hold you tighter, what if you fall when the road gets bumpy? Your internal injuries haven't healed, and you're weak."
"I'm your lifesaver, after all. I have to see this through, don't I?"
His words sounded perfectly reasonable, leaving Qin Hongmian with no way to argue back.
All she could do was bite her lower lip and swallow down even more of her indignation.
But Lin Xuan's "thoughtfulness" didn't end there.
Sometimes, as he adjusted the reins, he would circle his arm around her slender waist.
His warm palm would brush, seemingly by accident, over her soft, delicate waist.
The sensation was like an electric current, making her shiver all over each time.
Her full, pale breasts were pressed firmly against his forearm, rising and falling gently with the horse's rhythm.
Each brush made her feel an indescribable shame.
She could even feel that her two budding tips, under the constant stimulation, had grown hard despite her control. Through two layers of clothing, they clearly announced their presence to the man behind her.
Time passed by the second.
The sun rose in the east, then slowly climbed to its zenith.
Qin Hongmian went from fierce resistance at first, to being too weary to argue, and finally to her own surprise, she seemed... to be gradually getting used to it.
Used to the solid support behind her, used to the arms holding her captive, used to that masculine scent of sweat and sunlight.
When Lin Xuan rested his head on her shoulder again, when