It was a kind of indescribable thrill; Yao Yue had lived for more than twenty years and had never felt anything like it before. Could this be the rumored joy between men and women? Yao Yue's face flushed with embarrassment, unsure what to do. She wanted to push Ye Chen away, but her mind kept resisting, accepting him. She reached out with effort, yet her hand hovered in mid-air.
Ye Chen simply drew Yao Yue's little grape into his mouth and began to savor it. Yao Yue gasped sharply; the previous moment was just a prelude, now the real storm was coming, with this, she had even less courage to push Ye Chen away. Isn't there a saying that life is like being forced, rather than struggling painfully, it's better to let go and enjoy it slowly.
