Chapter Ninety-Eight: Delicate Shoulders and Ivory Legs

By the time Bai Xinxin came to her senses from her earlier reverie, she found herself already cradled in Qin Cheng’s arms, though she had no idea when he had embraced her.

Qin Cheng pulled her close, one hand rhythmically kneading her waist, the other gently stroking her smooth, delicate jade-like hand. A mischievous smile played at the corner of his lips, as if to declare to Bai Xinxin: “I am the big bad wolf, and you, my dear, have walked right into his den.”

Bai Xinxin turned her head to look at him. Seeing the teasing smile and feeling the burning intensity in his gaze, her cheeks flushed crimson, as if they might drip with water. Her little heart thumped wildly in her chest. She was caught in a moment where movement felt impossible, yet stillness unbearable—completely unsure of how to respond.

Since that day when she had shared a drunken night with Qin Cheng, Bai Xinxin had met him a few times but never again engaged in such intimacy. Now, faced with his bold advances, her body stiffened, stirred by a restless yearning from within, leaving her utterly at a loss.

Unable to meet his eyes, Bai Xinxin lowered her gaze to the hem of her garment. Under Qin Cheng’s fervent scrutiny, her delicate face continued to glow with warmth.

The last time, when she had taken her first step with him, Qin Cheng was drunk, and her emotions had been turbulent. That night, she had shed her clothes and slipped beneath the covers, everything unfolding naturally thereafter—so there had been none of this awkwardness.

Unbeknownst to Bai Xinxin, her shy blush and the way her face glowed so vividly were enough to stir a fire in Qin Cheng’s lower abdomen, even without any overt action from her.

A beauty’s coyness, innate charm, and hesitant yet inviting bite of crimson lips—this was a scene that would awaken the conquering desire in every man under the heavens.

Qin Cheng had only truly loved one woman in his past life, but he had tasted the allure of many beauties. He knew exactly how to lead the enchanting woman before him step by step towards the heights of bliss.

Every delicate curve, every point worthy of admiration or touch—Qin Cheng intended to savor it all without missing a single detail.

Because that was the essence of a complete experience.

While Qin Cheng’s left hand explored new territory along Bai Xinxin’s back and waist, his right hand traced up and down her arm several times before moving onward... When his palm brushed against her thigh, Bai Xinxin shuddered violently, as if struck by a chill. The jade hand he had so carefully tended earlier suddenly gripped his sinful hand tightly. Her glance toward him was fraught with unmistakable panic.

Yet, after a single look, she slowly released his hand, her movements deliberate—like an internal struggle, a moment of hesitation, or perhaps simply a shy surrender.

Qin Cheng’s touch was gentle, but his movements were resolute, much like his usual demeanor. As Bai Xinxin’s hand slipped away, a sly glint flickered in his eyes. WithI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.