Shen Fanyun leaned down, his gaze fixed on Lin Meiqing. Her eyes were as soft as silk; it was clear she was ready.
Before Shen Fanyun could even make a move, Lin Meiqing's lithe body began to writhe like a water snake. She seemed to be searching for something, a look of impatience on her face. At the same time, she hooked her arms around his neck. Like a seductive flower slowly unfurling its petals, she murmured softly, as if wanting to melt him completely in her embrace.
"This…" Shen Fanyun was taken aback. He hadn't expected Lin Meiqing to be so proactive, so lost in the moment.
Then again, it makes sense. She remained chaste for nearly twenty years for Lin Jia's sake, and only she knew the torment and loneliness she endured. At the end of the day, Lin Meiqing is a woman with normal physical and emotional needs. She was thoroughly sick of such a repressed and restrained life!
