Chen Cheng gently inhaled her faint, elegant fragrance, his heart racing. He couldn't help but become more and more audacious.
After just a moment of this, Shen Qingyao was already feeling weak, her voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz.
"Junior Brother Chen..."
Chen Cheng savored her fragrance with gentle care, like a fierce tiger sniffing a rose.
After some time, Shen Qingyao chided him playfully, "Junior Brother Chen, you truly are a bold scoundrel!"
Chen Cheng chuckled softly. "Getting a little close with my own wife can hardly be called bold.
However, Senior Sister Qingyao, your words have reminded me. Perhaps I should be even bolder."
Chen Cheng had always been a man of action. Following the principle of "less talk, more action," he moved to cross the final line.
Shen Qingyao's heart leaped in alarm, and she said in a fluster, "Junior Brother Chen, not now! We can't!"
