บท 21: Affection, Confusion

Su Yicheng's hands let go of her, and out of instinctual lust, his hands grasped her gently, then his fingers traveled down her spine. When he shoved his hands up from underneath the hem of her clothes, he was astonished by the delicate tenderness of the touch of her skin. He knew that he should stop now if he still had his sensibility because he knew she was far from ready.