บท 165: Chapter 165 The First Failure

Qiao Zhiyi swallowed her throat, and he stared at her silently, the little deer in her heart already prancing with joy.

She was a normal adult woman who, without disgust for this man, had turned to mush under his teasing.

The distance between them was close enough to see the fine pores on each other's skin, to witness muscles reacting with each breath.

The ambiguity between men and women always starts with such intimate actions, and this process takes time; if it drags on too long, it's easy to get in too deep.

Qiao Zhiyi held her breath, her chest rising and falling, nearly touching his.

Her mind started to get messy, and her body reacted as well.

As an adult female, still a virgin, she had her own imaginations of those blissful and agonizing scenes.

Right now, the man before her was the only one she could legally touch without feeling guilty—if he wanted her, she would want him too.