Li Qingmu suddenly surged forward and pinned Song Yan's shoulders to the bed with both hands. The mattress dipped under their combined weight as he loomed over her while breathing hard.
Song Yan let out a small, startled cough.
"Qingmu… a little gentler, okay?"
He froze.
The wild light in his eyes softened instantly.
"Sorry, Big Sis. I got too excited."
She gave him that angelic smile—the one that always made his chest ache—and lifted a slender hand to cup his cheek.
"I know. But even if you're excited, you can't lose control so easily. This is still my first time, alright?"
Her soft expression melted the last of his tension. His grip on her shoulders loosened until his palms were simply resting there, warm and careful.
He shifted lower, lining himself up.
The fat, swollen head of his cock nudged right against her snow-white peach.
And what a perfect little thing it was.
