The bedroom is dimly lit; apart from the living room light spilling through the doorway, there are a few cold stars twinkling outside the window.
Zhen Yu felt dizzy for a moment when she was thrown on the bed, and in the next second, Han Mingyue's tall figure leaned over her.
Zhen Yu instinctively raised her hand to fend him off, but it was to no avail.
Immediately, he sealed her lips with his.
The light and shadows before her eyes gradually blurred and disappeared.
With her vision closed off, it seemed that every inch of her skin's touch was magnified infinitely!
The tingling sensation as his cool, slender fingertips brushed passed transmitted straight to her heart, and the skin exposed to the air was shivering all over...
During the subsequent time, Zhen Yu had no idea whether she was resisting while welcoming him or if her rationale was swept away by sensations.
She only knew that perhaps she should reconsider how exactly to write the word 'sensuality'.
