"You, how could you... ah..." she gasped.
Her body arched high, taut as a bow, even her toes curled up.
She looked at him in disbelief. Had something upset him? Why would he do this?
It was because his head was buried in the crook of her neck while his large hand slowly made its way down, covering her lifeline.
His long, pale, piano-playing fingers, at this moment, were like playing a melody, touching her gently yet firmly.
He was always gentle, but never , so incredibly... exhilarating and deadly, hovering between life and death, swirling between heaven and hell!
But the point was, this was Yu Zexiao! The obsessively clean Yu Zexiao. Sure, they had their intimate touches usually, but it was the first time his piano-playing hands had touched her !
Because of playing the piano, his fingernails were beautifully manicured, his fingertips constantly a cool constant temperature, his skin soft, but his knuckles plump. The pads of his fingers were not smooth but had a hint of thin calluses.
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She could hardly bear his touch at this moment, the sensation was too novel, like a gust of wind blowing over the vast, frozen-tundra of the Siberian Plain. The withered roots on the plain were gradually revived by the wind, and the small animals underground smelled a hint of spring in this whirlwind.
Her entire being, her whole heart, suddenly stirred with infinite emotions beneath him, each pore, each blood vessel, every flowing drop of blood screaming with extreme joy and satisfaction!
This was a feeling she had never experienced before, even in their most intimate moments!
And—she could feel his deep love for her.
If it weren’t for true love, he would never "please" her , even deigning to let go of his pride, focused solely on making her happy.
That indescribably perfect feeling, which could only be understood through experience, of being completely cherished by the man she loved, was like fireworks suddenly blooming in the quiet night sky. Furthermore, being in a public place, the cold stone at her back and the intense heat of him in front formed the perfect contrast, activating all her senses in an instant!
"No, don’t..." she shook her head in panic, her eyes misting over. She couldn’t bear the thought of being totally controlled by him! Especially with his fingers so skilled, treating her as though she was piano keys, black and white, playing light and heavy, quick and slow, making her forget where she was and where she should be heading, feeling elated as if surrounded by a sea of flowers, and in perilous moments, wishing she could die right then and there!