Such enlightenment was like trekking over mountains and across ridges. Even with a guide, Tang Li felt terrified by the scenery along the way.
She leaned into Song Baiyan's embrace, and the moment her right hand crossed the edge of his pajama bottoms, her spirit seemed to leave her body.
Like a backpacker setting out on their first long journey, she ventured through dense forests, then traversed mountains.
She wanted to run away, yet her hand was no longer under her brain's control.
Her face grew hotter and hotter.
Such a touch did not provoke anxiety in her.
Just like the warmth of Song Baiyan's palm.
She felt as if she was deep in a thick forest.
Unable to walk out, and unwilling to walk out.
