Underwater, Zhao Dong's hands were tightly gripping her proud, charming peaks.
As the heat burned within him, Zhao Dong could no longer restrain the impulse in his heart. He leaped out of the water, ready to take the next step! But after breathing in the fresh air, he suddenly froze.
What am I doing?
He looked down. His sharp sword pointed directly at Qing Yu's face!
Her pretty face blushed as she looked at the weapon against her face, a mixture of fear and shame in her eyes.
Is this what a man's... weapon is like? How... how can it be so powerful?
Frightened, Qing Yu quickly turned her head away. Only then did Zhao Dong realize what he was doing. He hurriedly jumped out of the bathtub, changed his clothes, and said guiltily, "I-I'm sorry, I... I just lost control for a moment..."
"It's... it's okay... I didn't feel anything..." Qing Yu muttered, too embarrassed to look up.
