She suddenly took the initiative and enticed Chen Yi.
Could he reject such an advance?
The slanting sunlight framed her face, like a thin, hazy mirage. She hovered unpredictably, her eyes flashing like thunder. The dim surroundings heightened the piercing sharpness of their lust. She hesitated between rejection and invitation, her aura suddenly complex, like clouds rolling and scattering. It evoked a longing to savor the intangible and silent futility, which made Chen Yi flare his nostrils and stir his throat to softly embrace the sensation.
A second glance, fleeting as a thought.
This time, Chen Yi didn't gasp heavily. Instead, he felt a sense of strange attachment, like threads too thin to sever. For the first time, he realized that Yin Weiyin could be so proactive.
The female crown lowered her eyes. Her hands and feet trembled, an inexplicable chaos surging within—not because she feared, but because, for once, she did not feel afraid!
