Shi Nian closed her eyes, amidst the darkness and mist, she suddenly found it hard to distinguish between reality and illusion.
When had she experienced this feeling before?
In this up-and-down, layered undulation, he hadn't done anything excessive in his touch, yet she felt as though she were on a roller coaster, sometimes being thrown high into the clouds, and other times falling back into the Deep Valley. She bit her lips tightly, her nails digging into her palms, desperately trying to control her reaction. Yet she still knew that her face was already flushed, and her body felt like melted maltose, hot and soft.
The worst part was her disrupted breathing rhythm, and even though she bit her lips hard, she still couldn't control the moans escaping from them.
... But clearly, he hadn't done anything wrong, his touch was no more than a massage on the shoulder and neck, yet she was still in such a state.
