The two people on the bed are intimately entangled, the temperature rising steadily. The girl's faint moans seem to ignite Lu Huai'an's thoughts and reason; he knows he should control himself but can't.
The soft lips of Lin Chu, beneath him, are caught by the man's kiss, every inch of her skin glowing a charming blush, all her responses are bodily instincts.
She doesn't quite remember how it started.
After taking a shower and coming out of the bathroom, he sat at the desk reading her diary, like last time, she didn't think much and lunged to snatch it.
He wasn't too excessive, she tried to snatch, he gave it to her, then held the hairdryer to dry her hair.
Maybe the atmosphere was too good, or the snowy scene outside the window was too beautiful, when he leaned in to kiss her, she didn't dodge.
What happened afterward, Lin Chu doesn't really remember.
