Zhao Changhe had already taken off his own shirt when Dragon Sparrow was fetching stuff, as the damp garment absolutely could not be worn while exposed to the wind, leaving him completely bare on the upper body now.
At present, the posture between the two, San Niang leaned softly against Zhao Changhe's left arm, her entire body unresistingly nestled in his bare embrace, with the lower half and arm sections of her clothes already torn off, revealing a stark whiteness; the upper half was also ragged and practically nonexistent, basically facilitating skin-to-skin contact.
While Zhao Changhe's right hand was wiping beneath San Niang's ribs, intermittently touching the southern hemisphere unintentionally on purpose, and San Niang's cheeks flushed red, turning her head away in silence.
Even with Cui Yuanyang, whom everyone had acknowledged, they had never adopted such an overbearingly intimate posture; after all, it wasn't the right occasion.
