Wen Ting replied in a fluster, "No, no, Qi Yue, I'm not ready yet, I'm a bit scared." Feeling Qi Yue's hot hand reaching towards her full, tender chest, Wen Ting became alarmed. She wanted to refuse, but a part of her was also somewhat eager. She held Qi Yue's hand tightly, her pretty face turning so red it was like blood would drip from it.
Qi Yue's hand was held back by Wen Ting. He lightly kissed her soft earlobe and whispered, "Don't be scared, good wife, I won't hurt you."
Wen Ting said, "But, but Xue Nu and Senior Yi Ruo are here, they will hear us."
Qi Yue firmly kissed Wen Ting's cheek and said, "My mom will understand us. Xue Nu flew for a whole day and is definitely tired. Besides, she had to modify the weather tonight. She's probably in deep meditation by now. What are you still scared of?"
Wen Ting said, "But I really am not ready, Qi Yue, can you give me some time?"