But now that the moment was truly here, she still felt incredibly nervous.
"...Jerk..."
Li Zhi looked at Shen Yuan, a soft sound escaping her lips—nasal, muffled, and utterly mortified.
It was like tacit permission, yet also a disgruntled protest against her own easy surrender.
Under Shen Yuan's gaze, Li Zhi tilted her face up slightly. Her long eyelashes trembled violently like a startled butterfly's wings before she closed those clear eyes, which were usually filled with either craftiness or flustered anger.
The young woman's delicate cheeks were already as crimson as sunset clouds, and her smooth, fine skin seemed to be veiled in a hazy halo under the lights.
Her rosy lips were slightly parted due to her nervousness and rapid breathing, holding a soft, moist allure that was begging to be taken.
The room was so quiet that only their breathing could be heard, their heartbeats like a frantic drum solo.
