Wonderful.
Jiang Nian, for a moment, also couldn't help himself. Their lips entwined, the sweet fragrance intoxicating.
In that brief pause for breath, he glanced at her.
"Close your eyes." Li Qingrong reached over, covering his eyes, focused entirely on the moment.
Time slowly ticked away, Jiang Nian's hand drooping downwards.
Huh, didn't push away?
His courage grew slightly, advancing step by step. Guided by instinct, he slowly claimed territory.
Li Qingrong's body was incredibly soft, relying solely on his arm around her waist to avoid collapsing.
"Enough... that's enough."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Nian felt a bit uncomfortable but respected her wishes, knowing it wasn't right to push further.
"Alright."
He was about to let go when he was suddenly grabbed tightly again.
"What's wrong?" Li Qingrong looked at him, surprised, "You let go... where are you going?"
Confused.
"Enough" just means to stop, Qingqing isn't just finding an excuse to mess with him, right?
