Xu Yang reached out, his fingertips brushing against Lu Sizhou's cheek. She rarely displayed such a submissive demeanor, resembling a small beast basking in its owner's affection.
"What do you mean?" Xu Yang asked.
"Be your woman, maybe bear a child, whatever you want—I'll help you." Lu Sizhou smiled.
It was not until their skin touched that Xu Yang realized the Star Weaving Lady wasn't exaggerating; Lu Sizhou's skin was as delicate as a newborn, soft like a fresh spring.
She closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling lightly, making her appear youthful and innocent.
Xu Yang was too practiced. His fingers slid downward, exploring lower ground. It was evident that Lu Sizhou was restraining her emotions. His touch seemed to break the sharp thorns on her body, one by one.
His fingers continued downward, stopping at the boundary between courtesy and crime, tracing a gentle circle.
When Xu Yang withdrew his hand, Lu Sizhou acted as though nothing had happened.
