Zhao Fan moved closer, his hand reaching to pull down her robe, revealing her snow-like skin, a perfect beauty, like a painting carved by heaven itself, even after all these years, she seemed to maintain her beauty like a fresh lily just after the rain.
"Even so, grace is still young, and has beauty that many women could die for, even so, this Young Master isn't blind to not see it," he said as he ran his hand over her smooth back, fingers tracing the curves of her spine towards her slender plump peaches. They were really like peaches.
She shivered under his touch, her skin pebbling slightly, the sensation was both foreign yet familiar... She wanted to say something but couldn't fathom what words to utter. She had done few times with her husband, but it wasn't so electric.
