Nanqiao's face, which had finally shed its blush, flushed even deeper in an instant; this time it was more intense than earlier.
She raised a finger towards him, struggling to find the words, "You…"
This jerk, why isn't he wearing any clothes?
Huo Jingting caught on to what she meant, he got into bed and pulled her close, his magnetic voice wrapping around her lips, "After all, they have to come off, why bother."
…
Holding the person he had always yearned for in his arms, he let out a satisfied sigh, like a beast satiated.
Although Nanqiao was still somewhat unaccustomed, she did not resist.
Noticing her discomfort, Huo Jingting asked hoarsely, "What's wrong, are you uncomfortable?"
"Uh…" Nanqiao's eyes misted over, "It feels somewhat uncomfortable."
He was not in a hurry, he lifted her up to lean on the bed and his thin lips kissed over her brows and eyes.
The temperature in the bedroom quietly rose.
It took a while before Nanqiao finally felt better.