Wen Xiangyang fell squarely into Mu Lingqian's arms, face down, aligning right with Mu Lingqian's handsome face, as if she were proactively inviting herself onto him.
Mu Lingqian watched as Wen Xiangyang fussed about in his arms, feeling his body reacting to her movements, but considering the physical condition of this little woman, he forcibly suppressed his desires.
He sat up and stretched out his arms to lift the still-prone Wen Xiangyang into his lap, gently rubbing her waist, asking, "Does it still hurt?"
Wen Xiangyang was without a stitch on her, completely naked as she was embraced by Mu Lingqian, his large hand on her waist inducing a tingling sensation that made her entire body tense up.
Blushing, she sulkily shook her head, "I... I'm fine."
Seeing Wen Xiangyang's shy demeanor, Mu Lingqian's mouth turned up in a rare smile. His hand pressed harder against her soft and slippery waist as he mentioned, "Last night..."