"Then you..."
"If we consummate our marriage now, how could I ever bear to leave you? I'd spend my nights tossing and turning, thinking of you until dawn."
Chen Wanqing's cheeks flushed crimson.
On her enchanting, beautiful face, her watery eyes glistened.
She turned her head aside, flustered, revealing a delicate, rosy ear.
The sight was like a magnolia blossom blushing in shyness, or a lotus flower tinged by the sunset's glow—so exquisitely beautiful she took one's breath away.
She lay beneath him, completely defenseless, tempting him to partake.
Zhao Jing's breathing grew heavy. Unable to restrain himself any longer, he lowered his head and kissed her hard.
But it was only a trembling kiss before he forced himself to pull back. "Wanqing, let's wait until we return from the Prefecture. We have to leave for the county town early tomorrow. I'm afraid I won't be able to take proper care of... you."
