On the surface of the desk in the study, books and pen holders are neatly arranged, and the faint scent of ink quietly permeates the air.
Shen Li lifts her to sit on the desk, the cold and hard sensation makes Shen Tang tremble slightly, subconsciously wanting to get up, but he tightens his grip on her waist and gently presses her down.
She resembles a picture scroll gently unfolding, placed snugly on the desk.
Shen Li's movements are extremely light, fearing she might be uncomfortable, he steadily supports her lower back with one large hand, slowly laying her flat.
The feminine black hair and snow-like skin, her appearance is breathtakingly exquisite, with moist eyes gazing at him, revealing a trace of confusion and helplessness. Her white cheeks are stained with a rouge-like red, she swallows softly, her voice trembling, "This, what are you going to do?"
