Inside the master bedroom of the International Hotel.
Although Qin Yuenan had already woken up, she remained nestled in Lin Shen's embrace, enjoying the warmth of his arms. Her mind continuously drifted back to the events of last night, lost in a daze of fantasy.
Yesterday, Lin Shen had come up with a new technique: the "wok toss." It was a completely novel experience for Qin Yuenan, and one she thoroughly enjoyed. Its appeal lay in how every moment of weightlessness ultimately blossomed into an intoxicating, lingering pleasure.
In the past, no matter what position they tried, she had always had a point of support. Either her feet were on the ground, her back was on the bed, or she was leaning against the sofa. No matter what, there was always a so-called safe "anchor."
