"Chen, just let me try, I promise I won't hurt you."
Yu looked at him pitifully as her small hands began to cause mischief under the covers.
Yang Cheng gazed at her appearance, feeling both amused and exasperated, finally nodding his head.
Yu's eyes lit up, and she quickly sat up, taking a deep breath like she was trying to encourage herself before reaching out to pull Yang Cheng's pants down.
Her movements were awkward and inexperienced, barely managing to pull the pants down, sweat beads forming on her anxious forehead.
Seeing the scene before her, Yu's lips parted in shock.
The men she saw in the movies had typical builds, but Yang Cheng's physique was strong, with clear muscular outlines, and notably powerful.
After a few seconds of stunned silence, she reached out, her actions gentle and cautious, treating it like a fragile treasure, only to recoil quickly as if scalded once she touched it.
"S-Sorry…"
She stammered, her cheeks turning crimson as though they might bleed.
