Liu Sumeng made a sinful sight. Lips wet and pupils dilated with glistening desire. The rosy color in his cheeks extended all the way down his neck and to his collarbones. To Yuan Xuelan, there was not a more tantalizing sight in the world.
He licked his lips and there was a bestial hunger alive in the pit of his gut. But Yuan Xuelan did not know how to relieve it and the more he stared the more he realized how much he was out of his depth.
Liu Sumeng caught on the strange shift in Yuan Xuelan' expression. He rose a little, hauling himself only his elbows. "What's wrong?" His voice was only the barest above a whisper, a quiet pleading beckon, hoping that Yuan Xuelan might snap out of his stupor and continue.
But Yuan Xuelan only blushed deeply, his entire face deep scarlet. "I-I…" his voice stuttered out and he felt a fool.
Oh, was he lost again? Liu Sumeng chuckled at the thought. How did he forget? This Yuan Xuelan was so utterly inexperienced and pure.
