"Don't remember?"
"Don't remember." Nian Yuyu tried to skimp over it.
But Chu You wouldn't let her off, lightly biting her earlobe, his tone suggestive, "Then let me help you recall."
...
The noon breeze carried a bit of heat with it, rolling in through the window, scattering the intimate atmosphere of the living room.
Nian Yuyu was breathing in short gasps, her luscious lips shone with a glossy moisture, and her clear eyes were filled with an undeniable spryness, provocatively alluring one's heart.
Chu You, who was lying on top of her, suddenly covered her eyes, his clear voice tinged with a hint of huskiness.
"Baby, don't look at me."
He was afraid he really couldn't control himself.
"That's bullying." Nian Yuyu struggled a bit, pushing at him, "Get up."
Chu You lowered his head again for a light peck on her lips, then rolled over and sat up.
He closed his eyes, suppressing the surging desire within them.