He turned around and walked back, spreading his arms at the door to embrace her.
Taking the initiative indeed felt more comfortable, and Pei Muchan's body was so soft it was almost ridiculous, with an astonishing elasticity. A faint, cool fragrance rushed to meet him as he buried his face in her hair.
His body gradually warmed, and a taste of sharp, rusty acidity blossomed on his tongue. People tend to taste rust when they are nervous, their heart rate increasing.
Finally, he understood what "a gentleman's paradise" was—this must be it. Her figure was curvy and properly plump, enjoying the softness to the touch.
It was inevitable that his thoughts would become restless, his entire being feeling a rush of blood.
When Pei Muchan was embraced, her body stiffened slightly; she hadn't expected to make such a request. Their bodies pressed close, she could feel how hard his was, like a slab of iron.