Chou Rong grasped her hand, stopping whatever she was about to say.
Her clothes were stripped off and tossed aside.
His scorching body was like a blazing sun, warming her through and through.
He was the first male she had been with, but that night had been too tense and rushed.
Plus, they hadn't seen each other in over a year.
Her mind could clearly remember everything that had happened with him, yet the physical sensations felt foreign.
When his lightly calloused hand touched her soft skin, Bai Wanwan couldn't help but tremble slightly.
Chou Rong's gaze, in turn, visibly darkened.
The scene that had replayed in his mind every day for the past year was now truly happening.
As if he had rehearsed it a thousand times, he skillfully embraced her.
The exquisite sensation made the male arch his neck.
Veins bulged, a savage sight.
Bai Wanwan's heart was tossed about like a small boat in a storm.
