Chen Yuan had never experienced anything so thrilling. It completely shattered his perceptions.
'So Yaoyao has this seductive side to her!'
The blanket was lifted, and a light breeze brushed past.
But the atmosphere in the room was indescribably intimate and alluring.
Her movements were focused, her expression earnest, as if she were performing some sacred ritual. Her feet were the vessel, cradling the scepter of a god.
But the more earnest her movements, the more heart-stoppingly beautiful they seemed.
Without a doubt, everything would be forever seared into Chen Yuan's memory: Jiangg Yao's gentle expression, the look in her eyes as she propped herself up on the bed to gaze at him, even her most subtle movements.
Never to be forgotten.
This was the ultimate, supreme privilege of first love!
"Does it hurt?" she asked softly, her cheeks flushed crimson as she placed a finger on her glistening lips.
