Jiutiao Meijie wore a red kimono, appearing dignified in public and seductive in the bedroom.
When she wore plain kimonos, there was a quiet yet bewitching elegance about her.
In any case, just being Jiutiao Meijie was enough to easily arouse Dubian Che's desire.
There wasn't much time left before the evening ceremony, yet he was exhilarated.
Jiutiao Meijie knew this was not acceptable, but she was helpless.
Simple phrases like "I like you," "I like you more," "No, I like you more," even if said a billion times, were not enough;
She forgot about family, work, and studies—there was only the other person in her eyes and heart, completely immersed;
She felt so comfortable that she wanted to continue like this for the rest of her life, or perhaps end her life at this very moment.
This time was no different.
Nestled in Dubian Che's arms, she felt languid, like in a warm breeze, or light, as if lying on white fluffy clouds.
