Lu Ying pulled Shen Yinning into his arms, flipping her onto the couch and pinning her down.
Shen Yinning gritted her teeth, using all her strength to pound, pinch, and scratch at his skin. "Let me go! You let me go!"
Lu Ying's vision blurred intermittently, cold sweat soaking his lashes, and even his thin lips were tinged with an abnormal flush of blood-red hue.
The girl's feeble resistance was little more than a tickle to him. He sealed her lips with his own, silencing all her protests.
The bed curtains hung low.
The golden bells jingled, sometimes slow, sometimes urgent.
"Mmm…"
A soft, coquettish moan escaped, tender and sweet.
The girl's snow-white, delicate feet dangled mid-air against the young man's muscular, bowstring-taut back. She seemed to melt into a puddle of pliant spring water, her entire body taking on a faint peach-blossom hue.
