The heated gaze made Wang Xin's heartbeat quicken.
Although the two had already experienced more than one instance of skin-to-skin contact, she still felt as though she was in a dream.
A very long dream.
If it weren't a dream, how could she have done so many ridiculous things with the young man before her, who was several years younger than herself?
She had not only given her body to this young man but had also taken the initiative to please him.
Thinking back on those moments, she couldn't believe that was really her.
Tang Feng reached out and grasped Wang Xin's delicate hand.
The soft hand in his grip felt boneless, silky smooth, and tender.
Wang Xin sat there, biting the inside of her cheek, her mind momentarily adrift as she watched the young man approach.
"Xinxin…"
A term of endearment.
That term, in the past, was only used by a few of her dearest ones.