The two just held each other quietly, listening to each other's voices.
Lu Xiaodan originally thought that if she made the first move, Lin Hao would definitely be more proactive, perhaps kissing or touching.
However, Lin Hao was worried about getting burned and didn't make a single move, nor did he show any interest in those two soft peaks of hers that she was so proud of.
Could it be that her charm wasn't enough? Was she not beautiful enough?
Lu Xiaodan's mind was in a turmoil, unable to understand Lin Hao's thoughts, and could only lie in his arms anxiously.
Lin Hao wasn't without desire; it was just that his inner fire was rising rapidly, and he was worried he wouldn't be able to control it, so he didn't dare to move at all, feeling thousands of grass-mud horses galloping in his heart.
Such a stunning beauty throwing herself into his arms was truly a form of torture for him!
