Jiang Xinghai's heart suddenly pounded, and a tingling numbness washed over him.
Shen Lingyin's snow-white skin and soul-stirring eyes captivated his very soul.
"Or... we could just do it here."
A flicker of shyness crossed Shen Lingyin's eyes as she hugged Jiang Xinghai tightly, her body trembling slightly.
Jiang Xinghai was actually still a little hesitant.
He had already been intimate with Shen Lingxue. Now, sleeping with Shen Lingyin as well, he felt he was crossing a moral line.
But Shen Lingyin was simply too captivating.
Besides, she was being so forward. If he just walked away, it would surely hurt her deeply.
An emotional wound.
On top of that, Jiang Xinghai was thoroughly intoxicated by the scent of her innocence, leaving him utterly defenseless.
He held Shen Lingyin tightly, his heart hammering faster and faster. His body felt as if it had been set ablaze as an intense wave of desire spread through him.
Soon, their breaths mingled as one.
