And if I hadn't been afraid of seeing too much and causing more pain in my wound last night, I wouldn't have waited until now.
He said meaningfully, "Don't be shy. We didn't have any official relationship before, and you were so open about it. Why are you backing down now?"
"..." Wen Jiaojiao knew he was bringing up the fishpond incident again. Thinking he was really going to be direct, she nervously explained:
"I had no choice but to do it, and no one knew beforehand. It would be bad if someone were to run into me now."
"I locked the door tight, how would anyone know? Besides, we were already intimate at the fishpond last time, and I helped you last night, so it's okay to be a little more intimate now."
If you're too embarrassed to take it off, I'll help you. It's so hot outside, and you'll only make your heat rash worse.
Wen Zhaoye spoke with a flushed face, his large hand reaching under her clothes, pinching her slender waist and subtly moving upwards.
His words were very artful, explaining the reasons for taking off his clothes from three aspects. Wen Jiaojiao's mind was in a panic, but she quickly came up with a solution:
"There's no contraception. What if I get pregnant? If I have an abortion or get married, people will definitely say the child is Xu Dajun's."
Wen Zhaoye thought she was right. His ears turned red as he explained, "I can't make you pregnant easily, and I didn't plan to get straight to the point with you today."
Wen Jiaojiao suddenly raised her voice and said:
Are you infertile?
Wen Zhaoye's large hand, which had been gripping her slender waist, slowly moved upwards to her fuller figure. His lips gently bit her earlobe, and he breathed heavily as he spoke:
"Yes, so you don't need to worry about having children. But if you want to have children in the future, I'll go to the hospital for treatment. They said it's easy to treat."
His rough palms were burning hot, like wildfire, and Wen Jiaojiao's breath was ragged and agitated. Her will gradually succumbed to his influence.
If things are as comfortable for both of us as they were last night, it seems... there's no harm in it.
The room was pleasantly cool, with clothes piled haphazardly on the bedside table. Wen Zhaoye's handsome face was buried against her chest, and the thin blanket covered their waists and abdomens, which were pressed tightly together.
Wen Jiaojiao's long, dark hair was scattered on the red bed sheet, her jade-like face was flushed, and her dark, bright eyes were filled with a hazy, watery light as she turned to one side. Her cherry lips were slightly parted, and she breathed out fragrant gasps with barely suppressed desire.
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