Traces of Red

She blinked her eyelashes, mustering the courage to ask the question that had been on her mind. "Don't you want me?"

This time, she didn't avoid the man's gaze, and her fair fingers gently caressed his chest.

Gu Zi's skin was delicate, soft, and tender to the touch, making it irresistible. How could he not want her? He was just afraid of causing her pain.

However, her alluring figure, slender waist, ample chest, and curvaceous hips, combined with her tender inquiry in his arms, shattered his once-prided restraint.

He replied, "I do."

He captured her lips dominantly, and his lower body became heated. He had the look of a trapped beast about to break free, but his actions were deliberate and gentle as he pushed up her thin nightgown.

A pair of full, snowy-white breasts were exposed to the air. Even as she lay flat, they remained plump and ample, adorned with delicate rosy tips, as if they could yield milk at a mere touch.