Her skin was as smooth as the silk from Jiang Nan. He strode ahead and the pair of them collapsed onto the soft and huge bed.
The bed mattress was filled with a pleasant fragrance. It was the cold scent that emanated from her body.
Fu Qinglun kissed her red lips and his dark red lips turned to her face. He nuzzled into her fair earlobes and hoarsely muttered, "Shi'shi, can I touch you, I promise I'll be gentle…"
His large palm started to move upwards from her slender waist…
At this point, a fair little hand stopped him.
Fu Qinglun stiffened. He slowly opened his eyes and gazed into the woman's pristine eyes. She was looking at him stonily.
It was as though a tub of cold water had drenched him from head to toe. His heart turned cold.
