Chapter 7: The Second Attempt
Xue Lan reclined across the bed in the dim light of their private chamber, her robe undone and draped beneath her like water-stained silk. Her legs were folded beneath her, thighs soft and parted just enough for Lin Mu to see the faint outline of her still-wet folds beneath.
She had bathed after her night with Jin Rui—but not thoroughly. Lin Mu had noticed. He had cleaned her carefully the night before, but some of it remained. A glisten near her entrance. A faint, musky scent that didn't belong to him.
And it lingered.
Just like the memory of the sounds she'd made. The ones Lin Mu had never earned.
She was open to him now. Offering him a chance. Not out of need—but love.
That made it worse.
He stripped quietly, heart pounding as he stood bare before her. His cock—fully hard, yet small and narrow, barely the size of two fingers—stood awkwardly in the space between his trembling thighs.
Xue Lan's gaze shifted downward.
She said nothing.
But her silence said everything.
He climbed onto the bed. Hovered over her. Kissed her neck, her collarbone, her breasts—nervously, lovingly. Her nipples were soft pink, slightly swollen, but didn't tighten beneath his tongue. She smiled and let him try.