Lin Meiqing had never been so nervous in her life. Her hands trembled, unsure where to rest, her breathing was erratic, and an inexplicable heat pulsed in her chest.
Why hasn't it started yet? Lin Meiqing closed her eyes, waiting second after agonizing second, but Shen Fanyun's ardent kiss never landed on her lips. What's going on?
"Xiao... Xiao Shen?" Lin Meiqing whispered, not daring to open her eyes.
Shen Fanyun hadn't expected this. Lin Meiqing, who was a full twelve years older than him, was surprisingly adorable. It seemed she still had the heart of a young girl. Especially now, she was mumbling "no, no," but her body was being very honest. What man could possibly resist such a stunning woman?
"Xiao, Xiao Shen, what exactly are you waiting for?"
"Can... can I open my eyes now?"
