Bright moonlight streamed through the undrawn curtains, casting dappled shadows across the room.
Only a faint nightlight glowed in the first-floor hall, creating a thick, atmospheric mood.
Lin Shen and Shen Yun stumbled from the doorway to the sofa in a tangle of limbs, their shoes coming off slower than their clothes.
After all, Shen Yun was only wearing a thin, form-fitting hip-hugging skirt. A tug on the two thin shoulder straps and a gentle pull on the zipper down her back was all it took.
"Shen..."
Shen Yun murmured Lin Shen's name affectionately, lying prone on his well-built chest, greedily tracing the distinct lines of his muscles.
With every caress of her delicate hands, her infatuation grew.
Combined with all of Lin Shen's teasing during the day, she was already past the point of waiting.
Seeing Shen Yun so proactive, the corner of Lin Shen's mouth curled up. He knew his "playing hard to get" routine had been a complete success. He chuckled softly.
