Aren't Your Words Meant for Yourself?
Biên tập viên: Atlas Studios
Her back was on Han Zhuoling's sleeping bag, which still had his scent.
The smell of him surrounded Shi Xiaoya, and the tent was also permeated with it.
Shi Xiaoya felt as if her body wasn't hers anymore. It was beyond her control.
He was pressing down on top of her, not a gap between them.
Han Zhuoling seemed to have placed his whole weight on her, his weight making it hard for her to breathe.
Suddenly, his breath got heavier.
She could feel the air of his breaths on her face.
Shi Xiaoya trembled from nerves, her breathing unstable and hurried, making her chest rise and fall in bigger waves.
Her chest was even squashed out of shape by his chest.
Shi Xiaoya was thankful that she wore her bra before coming over, or things would've been far more awkward now.
Even so, Han Zhuoling could still feel the softness through the thin piece of cotton.