At that moment, Lin Kuang quietly gazed at Yang Ruotong in his arms. She said nothing, merely blushing as she looked at him. Even if he was a bit dense, Lin Kuang understood what she meant. When it came to something like this, her lack of objection was a form of tacit consent. Since she isn't objecting, it must mean she agrees. A surge of impulse shot through him.
For a man like Lin Kuang, who hadn't been with a woman in over a year, Yang Ruotong was the ultimate temptation. Moreover, she was not only naturally beautiful but also exactly his preferred mature, older-sister type. How could I possibly resist?
With that thought, Lin Kuang gently laid her down on the bed.
Yang Ruotong shyly looked at him without a word, but the anticipation in her beautiful eyes grew more and more intense.
"Ruotong, I'm coming," Lin Kuang said, his voice husky.
Hearing this, Yang Ruotong nodded gently and gave a soft hum of assent.
