Yu Zexiao was definitely a good student.
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Under his palm, she writhed like a small animal trapped in a hopeless situation, her entire body, her whole soul, seemed no longer her own.
She wanted to escape, yet Yu Zexiao’s other hand firmly clasped her slender waist, as if nailing her firmly in place with a spike, leaving her unable to move!
It was terrifying yet also thrilling!
This destructive sensation, as if her soul was no longer her own, forced her to spread her hands wide and cling desperately to the edge of the stone table. Her fingertips pressed hard, trying to share her "pain" with the table. But he saw this, and the hand gripping her waist immediately changed position. Without a word, he freed her hands from the edge of the table and interlocked his long fingers with hers.
Yu Zexiao slightly lifted his head, looking into her eyes, which appeared somewhat dazed due to the mist. It seemed he enjoyed watching her completely lacking self-control, falling entirely under his dominion.
During these days, his discomfort, his hesitation, his choices, and the fear he felt at Situ Xuan’s reappearance, were all unspoken. Yet at this moment, his impetuous thoughts were clear—only she, only by looking at her, it seemed, could that feeling, the tight chokehold on his throat that seemed about to collapse, slowly release.
He loved her eyes, blurry because of himself, her beautiful figure, her unconditional tolerance, understanding, and support for him. He loved even more—that because of him, she exhibited such a splendid expression.
She was like a cherry blossom on a branch, in full bloom. Her pale skin had a faint blush like waves undulating incessantly. Her tender cherry lips parted slightly, as if completely unaware of her actions. The initial shyness and surprise were all gone. She even nearly forgot that she was in a public place, in an open-air pavilion on a small island.
Her eyes, clouded, no longer had their usual near-translucent clarity, and she was on the very brink of complete collapse! It felt as if she was at the edge of the cliff from which she had fallen that day, plummeting down again and again, weightless, dizzy, with the unanticipated sensation of death sweeping over her whole body!
Yu Zexiao was slightly startled—he hadn’t even been intimate with her yet, and at this moment, she had already...
Jian Anning was utterly mortified, she never expected to be so disrupted by him that she completely lost herself!
However, when she somewhat regained her senses and barely lifted her eyelids, she saw him, unflinchingly, putting his fingers into his mouth!
But had she seen wrong? He didn’t seem to mind at all, sliding his long fingers into his mouth, and she could even see his tongue lightly, deliberately grazing those moistened spots!