When Che removed her nightgown and pulled down her last barrier, Chuxia's body still reflexively shivered.
Noticing Chuxia's fear, Che paused momentarily, then reengaged by kissing her lips gently, as if to slowly ease her tension with each peck.
Gradually, Chuxia's consciousness blurred, and her body softened, truly like water, weakly collapsing. It had been a long time since she had felt this way; previously, she would always endure Che with a stiff body and a pale face, unable to feel anything else.
Now, however, Chuxia could feel a fire within her, burning fiercely. All her senses seemed to focus on Che's movements, each one making her breathe rapidly, her face flush with heat, and her entire being led by Che, as if even forgetting to be afraid.
Her awareness hazy, her eyes half-closed, she suddenly noticed Che's movements pause again. Confused, she slowly opened her eyes.
