However…
Seng Jianan's mind suddenly conjured up Tang Yanqi's face, with eyes so clear that they carried a calmness not suited to her age, yet also contained the innocence befitting her years.
Once, at the mere mention of women, the first thing that came to Sheng Jianan's mind was the gentle aura of that "her", the faint jasmine scent that lingered, and the few times he accidentally touched her soft and delicate skin.
But now, Sheng Jianan found that the word "woman" seemed to have come alive in his mind.
He could remember someone with tear-filled eyes yet stubbornly refusing to cry, someone holding back laughter with pursed lips, her thin and fragile back, her pure smile, her shy demeanor, and…
Sheng Jianan's face turned slightly red, a small smile played on his lips, somewhat roguishly, her shifting beneath him, hands clutching his shoulders begging for mercy.
