His voice was terribly hoarse.
Jian Yanyan looked up at him, reached out and pulled him, then wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling Su Junhao, who had just gotten up, down a bit, tightly pressing against her body.
Her legs coiled like water snakes around his waist, her face was very red, and her eyes were misty.
Her voice was exceptionally soft, "Let's do it." She said.
Su Junhao paused, his gaze burning into her, his voice even more deep and raspy, "Do you know what you're saying?"
"I know, I'm not drunk, although this moment is intoxicating." Jian Yanyan rarely said something so tender.
Su Junhao's breathing hitched, "But I promised you, I would wait until our wedding night to touch you."
"Are you finding it hard to bear?" Jian Yanyan bit her lower lip and asked.
"I don't want you to suffer."
Su Junhao lovingly caressed her face, "Silly girl, my discomfort is temporary, I'll shower and it will be fine, I'm afraid you might regret it."
