The faint panting fell on the pillow, blowing the fine velvet of the brocade.
Chen Yi gently pressed her back, whispered close to her ear:
"Master, isn't this enough?"
Saying this, he pressed tightly.
She turned back her head, her eyes slightly misty yet still clear, glanced at Chen Yi.
The one-armed woman said nothing.
Chen Yi grinned mischievously, then heard a sound like giant gears grinding with stones, rough and abrasive.
In the silence, almost unconsciously, it inexplicably tugged at the heartstrings.
He himself was always a person who followed his heart, and at this moment, he no longer restrained his emotions.
...…
Having done his part, he brushed his clothes.
Turning his eyes, the one-armed woman was in view, her clothes covering two-thirds of her skin, but he could still see the tension of snow-white skin from the subtly exposed sensitive curves, even with just one arm, she was still irresistibly beautiful.
