His hands traveled up from her slender waist, going to visit the playful Xiongda and Xionger.
Wrapped in Li Yuan's arms, Zhong Tingyue had grown accustomed to his impropriety. She let out a soft whimper, allowing Li Yuan to continue his mischievous advances. Having been together for some time, she had shed her initial innocence and shyness, beginning to enjoy the sweet intimacy of their relationship.
It was like a floodgate. Once that valve was pierced and she had tasted the marrow, it became utterly impossible to close it again. It wasn't just men who became addicted; women did as well.
"Senior, when did you come to the study? Are you writing your novel?" Zhong Tingyue asked, her curiosity piqued.
After learning that Li Yuan wrote novels, she too had tried writing a few chapters of an online novel. Her mind was filled with countless ideas, yet when it came time to put pen to paper, this was what happened:
