Only in her dreams would she allow her senses to let him have his way.
Yes, this must be a dream.
This was the message Song Yinyin's mind was transmitting to her, leaving her dizzy and limp as she leaned softly in his arms, tightly embraced by him.
She was soaked, feeling a gentle breeze blowing in from outside, instinctively burrowing into Lu Jihan's embrace.
She wanted to cling to him for warmth, curling up entirely like a little kitten.
Unbeknownst to her, this act of dependence, in Lu Jihan's eyes, signified acquiescence, her longing for him to continue...
The two were so close, even their breaths mingled together.
The temperature in the entire room was steadily climbing.
She didn't know what she was doing; her rationality seemed to not belong to her anymore. She should have pushed him away long ago, but at this moment, her brain seemed to be disobedient.
It was as if a voice kept saying in her ear: Song Yinyin, quickly wake up, look at what you're doing?
