Wild Imaginations

Shen Ying couldn't move, being pressed down by him. Beside her ears was only his heavy breathing. After a long time she finally remembered a problem. She asked subconsciously, "You are… not willing?" That would be hard!

The hand that clutched her tightened slightly in an instant, and a chuckle sounded beside her ears. She faintly felt that his breathing became a little quicker. His tone was low, as though suppressing something. "Whatever that Master does, I… am always willing." He would even ask for it.

"Then why did you…" She stunned, her hand tried to move, but it was pressed down tightly once again.

"Don't move." There was suddenly some eagerness in his voice. His whole body was so hot that it was scary. Though there were layers of clothing in between, Shen Ying felt that all the places pressed by him turning a bit hot. Soon he spoke with a pleading tone, "Master, let's just stay like this… for a while. Is that okay?"