The night was thick, and the fragmented shadows of the moon hid among the layered branches, mottled yet gentle.
Strange tides almost engulfed Shen Hua.
It was something she had never experienced before, unfamiliar, soul-stirring, and irresistibly tear-inducing.
Emotions surged, after their lips and teeth tangled.
After wiping her down, Cui Yun went to the washroom. The bite marks on her neck were deep, inflicted at her moments of uncontrollable urges.
He washed his hands methodically. It seemed remnants of tightness and softness lingered on them.
The girl was too delicate, and even more sensitive.
He was afraid of hurting her, only tentatively probing shallowly, but at even that, the girl's body arched up, her eyes rimmed red, fluttering beside Cui Yun's ear, both dodgy and panicked. A soft, pleading whisper.
——Don't do this.
She was so small, a single finger could barely endure.
How could she bear what lay ahead...
Cui Yun's Adam's apple bobbed, his desires clamoring.
