She trembled as she untied her nightgown and climbed onto him to undress him.
"And then?" Ou Mingxuan raised an eyebrow.
Qin Mengying's hands slowly slid down from his chest until they touched the cold metal of his belt. She paused for a moment, then awkwardly tried to unbuckle it, but couldn't manage it after a long time.
Tiny beads of sweat dotted her forehead, and finally, in her urgency, she acted somewhat rough.
Ou Mingxuan let out a muffled groan, and Qin Mengying's movements became even more frantic.
In the end, Ou Mingxuan flipped over, pressing her beneath him.
Qin Mengying closed her eyes, yet she waited for his actions that didn't come. After a while, she heard him sigh lightly by her ear with a trace of helplessness, "Is there a child as silly as you? If you seek revenge, why turn the knife on yourself?"
Just a moment ago, he seemed like a devil, now he was filled with all the world's tenderness and compassion.
