Mu Qian couldn't withstand her enthusiastic initiative. Gazing at her delicate features, tinted with a beautiful blush, bewitchingly stunning, he felt his heart stir and was mesmerized, reluctant to look away, "Lady Wen, you're so beautiful."
These delights belonged solely to him, and to him alone, forever.
He fondly cradled her face, her body was like Ice Skin Jade Bone, her skin as fine as top-grade jade, smooth and delicate, fair and translucent; the sensation in his palm pleased him greatly.
Looking at her flushed lips, so lovely and tempting, he leaned down and kissed her again.
The fire was lit, growing fiercer and hotter, and in the end, he didn't carry her to the bedroom, but instead took her right there on the living room sofa.
After a long while, he held her contentedly, letting her lie atop him.
