Yan Ting looked at her flushed little face, which had turned pale with fright, and the expression that seemed on the verge of tears instantly made his heart soften. He pulled her into his embrace, his thin lips gently seeking her little mouth.
Lin Banxia felt the man's movements grow increasingly tender, and only then did her tense body begin to relax.
Slightly tilting her head back, she welcomed the man's passionate and fiery thin lips.
What started as a soft drizzle quickly transformed into a storm. By the time Lin Banxia realized what had happened, she was already pressed beneath the man's body.
Her clothing had completely disappeared.
"Cold…" Her delicate body trembled slightly.
Yan Ting grabbed a blanket and covered the two of them, then leaned close to her ear, his voice hoarse as he whispered, "Soon, you won't feel cold anymore!"
Before Lin Banxia could prepare herself, she already felt the man's overpowering presence.
