Lily had always lacked experience with such matters.
Each time, she was particularly afraid of this strange yet pleasant feeling.
She feared losing control, and Zuo Mufeng always knew how to make her lose control.
In his presence, he had the ability to make her forget her profession.
She wasn't a femme fatale, she was just Zuo Mufeng's little woman.
Zuo Mufeng's kissing skills could be said to have become increasingly exquisite; he especially loved to watch Lily lose control.
This little woman always gave him an unsettling feeling, fearing that when he woke up, she would have disappeared again.
It was in these moments that he could firmly affirm that this little woman was truly by his side.
After a while, the bathtub water had already reduced significantly.
Lily kept her head down, simply not having the courage to look at Zuo Mufeng at such a time.
His gaze was so fervent.
As night fell, everyone entered their dreams with various thoughts.
A new day still awaited them.
