San Niang, who was explosive in battle, now clung tenderly and alluringly in the cold wind and rain, offering a warm and comfortable sensation that was irresistibly delightful.
Similarly, Zhao Changhe's body was warm. San Niang, whose Inner Strength had yet to recover, was even shivering from the wind and rain, now hugging him greedily, longing for that bit of warmth.
The temperature of both bodies was rising. In the cramped space, the sound of heavy breathing mixed with the noise of the storm, indescribably romantic.
Zhao Changhe almost regretted that kiss... not because it was something he shouldn't have done, but because the environment prevented them from going any further, leaving him even more frustrated.
The setting was really bad.
