Perhaps it was because she was on edge, or maybe due to the way this man seemed to rattle her with his sheer presence, that despite her weariness, her senses at this moment seemed heightened somehow.

The streams of soft sunlight peeking through the uneven planks in crisscrossing patterns basked the lodging in a gentle radiance. The faint scent of fresh morning dew mixed with the smoky smell from the remnants of charred firewood had filled the air and blended pleasantly.

As if her brain was reprogrammed every time she interacted with Zhu Qingyue, she found herself acting against her better judgement. Every time she was around him, her instincts told her to flee and yet, her feet stayed put, trembling at the sight of him.

The night they had spent together several years ago was but a blur of images in her mind. At times, when she dreamt, she recalled the silver hair spreading over her arms like a shimmering curtain, those same golden eyes searing through her soul, hot breath tickling her sensitive spots, and the warmth of his gentle touch caressing her skin.

People say that a woman's first time is precious, not necessarily because virginity is considered sacred, but because women tend to invest their emotions when they join their bodies together with another person.

At this moment, Li Meirong found herself agreeing with this assumption. Granted, Zhu Qingyue's ailment made her more sympathetic towards him, but even so, she realized that she wasn't averse to his demand...

The way he sat there, like an otherworldly siren, expecting to be served and obeyed, certainly didn't give the impression of someone afflicted by an incurable disease. The disheveled robe he wore was very loose, framing his visible collarbones and broad, finely honed pale chest.

The muscles on his neck, she noticed, were drumhead tight. As if he too, was just as nervous as she.

Intoxicated by the sight of him, her efforts at rationalization were rendered futile. Just looking at him simply took her breath away.

The bed wasn't tall, and Li Meirong had no choice but to crouch down in front of Zhu Qingyue in order to reach her "goal".

She softly asked, unsure if she was questioning herself, or him. "If I do this, will you really feel better?"

He answered all the same, "Very much so."

As though his body wanted to reiterate the state of his health, he coughed a few times more.

Li Meirong slowly reached for the bulging shape. With delicate fingers, she tentatively squeezed the black coloured robe wrapped around the thickness. Her lips parted in surprise upon discovering that she could not bring the four digits to meet with her thumb.

Despite being unable to fully grasp the erect penis, she gave it a small squeeze.

Bai Qingyue sucked in a deep breath through his teeth. He stared down, entranced by her. The audible sound of his gasp seemed to have piqued Li Meirong's interest and caused her to look up at him curiously. Her almond eyes shining with innocent regard succeeded in stimulating him further.

When he started teasing his wife, he never would have thought he'd be able to have her little fingers wrap around him. He had never considered himself a selfish man, but every time Li Meirong offered a bit of herself, he was always left unsatisfied, constantly craving for more.

In one swift movement, Bai Qingyue covered her dainty hand with his much larger one and unclasped her hold over him, only to dip her hand underneath his garments, forcing her fingers to wrap around his throbbing girth.

This time, it was Li Meirong's breath that started to grow shallow. Her skin connected with the thick velvety rod. It was firm, smooth, and incredibly hot to the touch.

As Zhu Qingyue released her hand from his grasp, his deep guttural voice uttered instructions. "Raise your hand up and lower it down to the base."

Li Meirong moved according to his guidance, down his slowly expanding length.