"Who said I'm not brave enough?"
The goading tactic always worked.
Moreover, Lu Yinfeng was afraid of nothing.
This is what she had intended all along.
Lu Yinfeng took a deep breath and moved closer to Mo Nanze's body.
Skin against skin, in the chilling winter night, two hot bodies warmed each other.
Endless passion and impulsiveness, accompanied by intertwined breathing and heartbeats, were fully unleashed.
This whole journey was led by Lu Yinfeng.
She clasped Mo Nanze's hand tightly, gazing at his emotive and handsome face.
Perhaps due to prolonged repression, Mo Nanze released quickly, then turned his head and breathed heavily.
It was somewhat embarrassing.
"I... I didn't perform well," Mo Nanze defended.
Ever since Lu Yinfeng had erased her memories and left, Mo Nanze had not been with another woman.
Occasionally, when his longing reached its peak, he would masturbate holding onto Lu Yinfeng's old possessions.