The red candle was lit, its weak flame flickering slightly, casting light upon the two people near the window.
Xiaotian, wearing a thin nightgown, sat on the bed, waiting for Guo Feng to approach.
Her heart was beating forcefully, and she was somewhat afraid of what was about to happen.
Finally, as Guo Feng came closer, she was too scared to look at him and could only lower her head.
Her small face, under the candlelight, appeared even more flushed and shy.
In Guo Feng's eyes, Xiaotian was like a heavenly fairy, indescribably beautiful.
His throat was still parched, swallowing repeatedly to hide his embarrassment. The changes in his body told him the reason, a state he had experienced and suppressed countless times.
Looking at the shy woman in front of him, he wondered, has she finally become his?
He reached out to unbutton Xiaotian's shirt.
One button.
Another button.
And another.
Her fair clavicle was revealed.
The fabric that concealed a woman's modesty was uncovered.
