Their bodies drew closer and closer, the girl's fragrance entwining with the man's masculine scent. At last, Yuan Ziyi's soft lips were gently kissed, and her body was pressed onto the bed.
It was as though a little deer were darting wildly about in her heart. A blush spread across her fair, delicate face as she closed her eyes and shyly returned his kisses, determined to offer the best of herself to the man before her...
Before she realized it, her clothes had slowly slipped from her shoulders. Her skin was so delicate and smooth that there was scarcely any resistance. Her well-proportioned, snow-white body was completely exposed to his gaze, while a rosy flush seemed to bloom across her pale skin. Her breathing turned hot and rapid.
"Mm..."
When he breached her final defenses, Yuan Ziyi tightly embraced the lover above her...
The next day, Zhou Zhiruo sat by the bed and visited the girl, whose face was still flushed with embarrassment. "Sister Ziyi, do you blame me?"
Yuan Ziyi's face heated up. "Senior Sister only did it for my own good. How could I blame you?" As she spoke, she struggled to sit up. After all, it was impolite to speak while lying down like this.
Yet the strange sensation arising within her body made her lovely brows knit together, and her movements instinctively froze.
Zhou Zhiruo hurried over and helped her lie back down. "Don't get up. That fellow has no idea how to be gentle with women. Get some proper rest."
Yuan Ziyi felt her cheeks burning fiercely. Looking at Zhou Zhiruo's willow-slender waist from so close by, a thought suddenly surfaced in her mind: Senior Sister is so slender... can she really endure Brother Song...
Oh no, what am I thinking?
The two women spoke