"How do you know it's not suitable without trying? To alleviate, you have to experiment first, and then find the experience to ease it," he said with a cold yet smiling brow and eyes, "Nannan, right?"
What a load of bull!
How could he manage to say something so erotic with such an icy face?
Jiang Nanshu suddenly felt dry-mouthed and tongue-tied, her fair hand gripping the blanket nervously, lowering her head and anxiously glancing left and right, trying to laugh it off, "But I have work to do tomorrow..."
"I've called to postpone it for you."
"But I'm a martial arts director."
"There are substitute instructors."
"But..."
"We're short on time."
Lu Qingyan got into the bed, pinned Jiang Nanshu down, and silenced all the words she intended to say.
In the midst of confusion and passion, Jiang Nanshu had a moment of clarity flashing through her mind before drifting back into the entanglement.
"Lu Qingyan, be gentle..."
...
At dawn.
Jiang Nanshu opened her eyes.
