She turned on the shower. The initial burst of warm water made Feng Yi jump. As the water warmed, he wiped the water from his eyes and shrugged off his shirt.

His heart pounded as he nervously watched Qiao Li.

She bent down and slipped off her panties, revealing the neatly trimmed dark hair between her legs.

Feng Yi gulped.

Seeing her n4ked in broad daylight was different from that night. The light was brighter, revealing everything in vivid detail, the visual impact far more intense. And today, she was fully aware. The thought of her willingly showing him her body in this state made his heart leap into his throat. Water cascaded over Qiao Li's skin, droplets tracing the smooth, pale curves of her body. Each one seemed to sparkle.

His mouth suddenly went dry. He wanted to taste the water trickling down her skin.

She smiled, lifting her arms. "Help me with this?"

Feng Yi's hands trembled as he fumbled with the clasp of her bra, then froze.

He knew how to unhook a bra; he'd seen it in movies and TV shows. But how did it actually work?

He couldn't possibly say, "Turn around and let me see." That would ruin the mood.

He continued to fumble with the clasp, trying to figure out the mechanism. He tried to unhook it, but it wasn't as easy as he'd imagined.

Qiao Li bit back a smile. She couldn't expect him to rip off her bra with one hand and ravish her, could she?

She reached back and unclasped it herself. "You need more practice."

Feng Yi, embarrassed and shy, mumbled, "I'll practice on you," his mind constantly fantasizing about taking their intimacy further.

Qiao Li tossed the bra aside, revealing her full, heavy br3asts, the dark n1pples standing er3ct. Unlike that night, illuminated only by the dim bedside lamp and moonlight, her br3asts, which had seemed like a hazy, mysterious dream, were now vividly real.

Feng Yi stared, transfixed. Water from the showerhead sprayed into his eyes, and he blinked. Before his vision cleared, Qiao Li pulled his head down, and his lips met a soft, yielding surface.

He opened his eyes, realizing she was kissing him.

Her tongue, wet and supple, parted his lips. He felt the air leave his lungs, his mind going blank, his body momentarily paralyzed.

Qiao Li pulled away. He was so innocent, he didn't even know how to kiss back.

As soon as she released him, Feng Yi straightened up, his gaze lingering on her lips.

Water streamed over him, making him look cleaner and younger than usual, with a strange, almost ethereal beauty.

He pursed his lips, his expression serious and nervous, utterly adorable.

Her gaze fell to the prominent Adam's apple in his pale throat, bobbing slightly up and down.

Legend had it that when Adam ate the forbidden fruit, God punished him by lodging it in his throat, creating the Adam's apple.

His throat, a blend of innocence and desire, was intensely alluring. Her fingers traced its contours, and Feng Yi shivered, his hands hovering awkwardly.

She stepped closer, rising on her toes to lick his Adam's apple.

"That tickles..." Feng Yi tilted his head back, his throat, and his voice, trembling.

Before he could push her away, she gently nipped at his Adam's apple.

A jolt shot through him. He stumbled back, then wrapped his arms tightly around Qiao Li.

That little bite had completely undone him.

Qiao Li felt the hard ridge of his er3ction pressing against her stomach, the heat radiating through her, making her legs weak.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, her voice soft. "Let's go to bed."

Without a word, Feng Yi scooped her up into his arms and strode towards the bedroom.