You saw a woman sitting primly inside the carriage, looking seventeen or eighteen.
She was tall and slender, kneeling in the carriage in a loose pink robe. Her snowy-white neck was exposed, and below it lay a deep ravine in full view, enough to set one's blood racing.
Above that was a naturally alluring face, faintly flushed.
The carriage held a trace of warmth.
After her initial surprise, a blush of embarrassment spread across her face, leaving her with an inexplicable expression.
In a soft, coquettish voice, she said, "This servant greets Young Master Guan!"
At that moment!
As the carriage lurched forward, Mu Zhu lost focus. Her previously steady posture jolted, and her whole body pitched forward.
You naturally reached out to catch her.
All you felt was warm fragrance falling into your arms, like two soft mountains gently striking your chest, trembling slightly like water-filled pouches.
Pressed against the young man's chest, the woman felt how firm and powerful it was and could not help swallowing slowly.
Skilled at it, she lifted her snowy-white thigh and lightly rubbed it against the inside of the young man's thigh.
You swiftly withdrew your hand, steadied her, and said, "Miss, be careful."
Mu Zhu slowly raised her head, inwardly marveling again. Such a handsome and spirited man—how moving would those beautiful brows be if they furrowed during "pleasure"?
This young man's restraint, without any loss of grace, stirred an unusual feeling in her heart.
The tension that had filled the carriage moments ago had long since vanished like smoke and clouds.
Young Master Yuan's orders could not be disobeyed.
Seeing that you showed no reaction, the woman softly said:
"I shall undress Young Master."
"Young Master, there is no need to be shy. The first time always hurts a little at