The second time was more promising than the first. Lin Wanwan didn't fall into chaos again and clearly felt his presence.
He carried an unfamiliar woody scent mixed with the aroma of agarwood, intoxicating and dizzying.
Several times Lin Wanwan felt he should stop, but he launched another surprise attack.
The thin summer clothes couldn't block the heartbeat from either side. Lin Wanwan was held in his arms for so long that her neck felt sore. She couldn't help but pushed him away.
Xiao Chong finally stopped, his breath becoming rough and heavy.
The "thump thump" of the heartbeat was so pronounced, she wasn't sure whether it was his or hers.
Lin Wanwan lowered her head, leaning against his chest, blinking as she felt the man's breath so close.
Her unfamiliar feeling left her at a loss. She maintained an embarrassed silence, waiting for him to speak first.
After an unknown period of time, Xiao Chong's voice came down from above: "Wanwan, how does it feel?"
