After a long moment of hesitation, Chen Bin finally mustered up the courage, his hand trembling as he wrapped his arms around Ma Juan's soft, graceful body.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here with you."
As he spoke, Chen Bin gently patted Ma Juan's back.
Feeling this unprecedented sense of security, Ma Juan finally began to relax.
Chen Bin lowered his head and looked, discovering that Ma Juan's features were unusually delicate.
Big eyes, long eyelashes.
Her skin might not be as porcelain-pale as Zhao Xinmei's, but it still felt incredibly soft to the touch.
His gaze landed on her moist, luscious red lips, and Chen Bin swallowed hard.
At last, he leaned in and slowly kissed her.
The moment their lips met, a jolt of electricity seemed to course through Chen Bin's body, sending a rush of excitement through him.
A sweet, girlish fragrance mixed with a faint scent of alcohol flooded his senses.
Chen Bin couldn't help but shut his eyes, kissing her passionately.
