Shen Hao isn't the type of upright gentleman who can remain unmoved by temptation—in the end, he's just an ordinary man, with the same desires as everyone else. Especially when it comes to someone like Lian Xiang, warm and soft as jade in his arms.
The tightly wrapped, thin dress, that arousing fragrance, and the way her waist would twist, sometimes deliberately, sometimes not—all of it was just adding fuel to the fire.
At first, Shen Hao pretended to be calm—one hand on the table, one hand below, chatting and boasting with Zhang Qian and Gan Lin as usual, occasionally lifting his cup for a drink. But little by little, the hand on the table disappeared, and instead there was a mysterious commotion under Lian Xiang's shawl as she sat on his lap.
The fire in the brazier was blazing, and the six of them at the table had completely lost interest in eating or drinking. They were paired up, practically glued together.
