Xiao Yu's face turned red as she turned her back and hesitantly took off her clothes, then lay on the bed. This was the first time she had undressed in front of him, feeling as shy as a boiled shrimp, her body covered in a pink blush.
Gong Ting watched her protectively cover her chest with her hands and lay on the bed. The iron-grey sheets made her skin look like jade, particularly from her neck to her abdomen, all dusted with a light pink blush, tantalizing to his eyes.
He had never been a man of strong desires; otherwise, he wouldn't have remained so disciplined all these years.
But every time he saw her, he felt like a teenager experiencing his first stirrings of passion, eager to possess her. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and pushed the restless desire back down.
He sat at the edge of the bed, looking at her slightly arched round hips, and suddenly a certain enticing image flashed through his mind. He inhaled sharply and patted her hip, "Move a bit closer to me."
