She even began to respond to Lin Xuan's advances unconsciously, awkwardly.
The beautiful couple clung tightly to each other, kissing passionately and obliviously, forming a breathtakingly lovely scene.
Only after a long while did Lin Xuan reluctantly let her go.
"Pant... pant..."
Ren Yingying gasped for breath, the patch of green fabric over her chest heaving violently with each breath.
Her cheeks were flushed like clouds at sunset, and her delicate, peerlessly beautiful face was covered in an alluring blush. Her gaze was unfocused, her expression exceedingly strange.
There was the shame and indignation of having been taken advantage of, the sweetness of first tasting romance, and even a trace of surrender that she herself refused to acknowledge.
Seeing her so charming and lovely, Lin Xuan smiled in satisfaction.
He reached out and smoothed the loose, disheveled strands of hair by her temples, his movements gentle and intimate.
"Yingying, we'll meet again."
Lin Xuan stated it as an unchangeable fact.
With that, he did not linger. He turned and strode away.
His white-clad figure looked incomparably dashing beneath the sunlight.
Ren Yingying stood there blankly, watching the direction in which Lin Xuan had left. She raised a hand and gently touched her still-burning, slightly swollen lips.
Her heart was utterly thrown into chaos.
After returning to Yin Residence, Lin Xuan spent several more days living like an immortal.
By day, he drank tea and admired flowers with Huang Rong and Yin Susu. By night, the broad bed became a battlefield where he could run wild to his heart's content.
After that night of "sharing one large bed," the close friends Huang Rong and Yin Susu were still somewhat awkward when they met during the day. Yet at night, under Lin Xuan's guidance, they had already become remarkably coordinated in attending