After just finishing a bath, the hard-earned coolness was dispelled in an instant by a sudden heat.
Shang Ruyi felt as if her whole body had ignited, and the flames, following Yu Wenye's hand, burned inch by inch across her skin. As her clothes loosened and her skin was exposed, it gradually seeped into her body as if intending to kindle her from within.
It was obviously her who initiated, her who incited the fire, yet now she was the one who regretted it the most.
"No, no—"
Shang Ruyi instinctively wanted to refuse, but the words that came out were incoherent.
Yu Wenye kissed her forcefully, and soon, Shang Ruyi's lips were swollen and her whole body so weakened, she had no last strength to push him away and could only shrink back continually.
Just as she was struggling and retreating, she suddenly bumped into the dressing table beside her, the copper mirror atop clattering down, landing right beside the two of them.
Reflecting this moment.
