Tang Yuehua pressed both hands against Tang Hao's chest in a gesture of refusal.
But when her palms touched his scorching chest, her fingertips curled slightly of their own accord.
She could feel the heart in Tang Hao's chest pounding urgently and powerfully beneath the thin fabric, one beat after another, battering against her palms like a drum.
On the surface, Tang Yuehua appeared resistant, yet her hands lingered over Tang Hao's body, stroking back and forth across his chest, feeling the firm, resilient muscle lines that had grown from years of wielding a hammer.
She had once only been able to watch him from afar. Now that he was finally before her without any guard, she could no longer bear to take her hands away.
Tang Hao lowered his head to look at her, his gaze especially dazed under the effects of Dream Drunk.
Tang Yuehua's face seemed like a film negative repeatedly washed through water in his eyes, slowly overlapping with the face from his memories.
Tang Hao's voice was hoarse and low, as though speaking to himself. "Ah Yin... you..."
Tang Yuehua's breathing quickened slightly, but her hand continued to glide across his chest.
Tang Hao's breathing grew heavier as well. He stared at her for a long time before saying, "Ah Yin, do you want it?"
Tang Yuehua did not answer. She merely let out a quiet "Mm," so soft that it was nearly drowned out by her own heartbeat.
The bed curtains fell, the windows and doors were shut tight, and the candlelight flickered.
Tang Yuehua was swept into a raging storm. Those scenes she had once only dared to secretly trace in her dreams were now unfolding before her in a way she had never anticipated.
Her fingers clutched tightly at the edge of