"We…"
Cen Dongsheng spread his arms, gathering up the damp bedsheet and wrapping it around the two of them. His breath brushed over her sweat-drenched shoulder blade, sending a subtle shiver across her skin; his arm rested lightly around her waist, fingertips trailing across her abdomen, savoring the soft warmth.
At this moment, the man's hand was gently clasped.
"Hey, don't tell me you still want to continue…"
"Don't make me sound like some sort of pervert."
"But aren't you?"
The woman's tone betrayed a trace of amusement.
The words, laden with affection, melted on her tongue as An Zhizhen slowly entwined her slender fingers around the man's rough, powerful knuckles, shifting their interlocked grip. When their fingertips touched, it felt as though a subtle current passed through them.
He lowered his head, gazing down at the woman's face. Her delicate eyelashes trembled slightly, casting shadows that resembled the wings of butterflies.
"Dongsheng, I want to see the rain."
