Pulling Cynthia into his arms and letting her lie against him, Xia You chuckled softly. "Well? Are you... satisfied with my answer? Has all that anger in your heart faded away?"
Cynthia said nothing, merely turning her head slightly aside, like a cat that had dropped all its defenses and was nothing but gentle and docile.
In truth, she was still feeling shy and had no idea what to say.
Her body was still weak and sore, and this man's scent still clung to her. She felt as though she had just been fished out of a storm, her thoughts scattered, her whole being still caught in the afterglow.
She did not even know where to put her hands and feet.
At her sides?
Then she would touch Xia You. Given their relationship now, a little touch hardly seemed to matter, but would that make her seem too forward?
After all, he had only just possessed... her.
But if she pulled them back?
That would seem a little deliberate, as though she were intentionally keeping her distance from him. That... would not be good either, would it?
In the end, she could only remain frozen where she was, not daring to move, her fingers slightly curled as they rested on her lower abdomen, like a Snorlax pretending to be asleep.
But with their bodies pressed together, she could clearly feel the powerful heartbeat in Xia You's chest.
Thump, thump, thump.
It mingled with her own heartbeat until she could no longer tell whose was whose.
And, of course, there was his sturdy body.
It was the strength of that very body that had just made her, over and over...
She would have been better off not remembering. The moment she did, Cynthia's mind filled with images of Xia You... pinning