Sun Zhe was brimming with confidence in his current skills and prowess. He refused to believe that he couldn't conquer Leng Yueshuang, the ice queen, with his fiery yet tender onslaught!
After moving Leng Yueshuang's hands from where they shielded her modesty, Sun Zhe took a deep breath, steeled his resolve, and decisively leaned in.
That swampy place had long since flooded, its sweet spring flowing freely. Sparkling dewdrops clung to the dark, fragrant grass. There was no unpleasant odor; instead, a hint of sweet fragrance filled the air.
Leng Yueshuang watched as the handsome face drew ever closer to her secret garden, her heart growing increasingly tense and uneasy. But even more overwhelming was a kind of indescribable anticipation…
