But after all, he was still a teenager who had just come of age, still a boy untouched by the ways of the world, a young fellow in the most intense period of desire in a man's life.
Faced with her fair shoulders, neck, and arms, the red spaghetti strap dress hung on her delicate and graceful body. That red seemed to strongly stimulate his vision, making his pupils contract, and his breathing instantly became erratic.
His fists clenched tightly.
Ruan Yiyi just looked at him. She was gentle in appearance, with slightly long eyes, her gaze like autumn water, looking so endearing yet exuding an inexplicable rationality and coldness. But then, her gaze slowly moved down.
From his lips exposed beneath the mask, down to his chin, then to his neck.
His Adam's apple involuntarily rolled slightly.
Her gaze continued downward, though her hands remained still, yet under her gaze, it was as if his clothes were being peeled off layer by layer, leaving him exposed under her scrutiny.
