Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

Jun Jianlin was taller and heavier than Nan Gongli, but Nan Gongli was strong and had the help of her spiritual energy. It was simple for her to carry Jun Jianlin and fly.

In the night breeze, lights flashed across the city.

After flying more than a dozen streets with him in her arms, Nan Gongli arrived at her destination. She placed Jun Jianlin on the bed and reached out to finish what Feng Yunqi did to continue last night.

Jun Jianlin pushed her hand away defensively. “Men and women who don't know each other shouldn't touch each other. Miss, please don't do anything rash. Send me back.”

“Men and women who don't know each other? We'll know each other soon enough.”

Nan Gongli ignored his protests. She pulled Jun Jianlin's hand away and neatly removed his clothes.

Then, Nan Gongli reached her claws towards Jun Jianlin's other clothes.

“Miss, stop!”

Jun Jianlin's handsome face was burning red.

Her hands were extremely soft and the accidental contact made his heart burn even more.

“Wow, Prince Charming, you're really my Prince Charming!”

Nan Gongli stared fixedly at his long legs, her eyes filled with infatuation.

Indeed, a male idol was indeed a male idol. Even his legs were so straight.

Nan Gongli couldn't help but reach out and check his legs from head to toe. In the end, she couldn't help but lean down and kiss his knees.

Ah… What a beautiful straight line and perfect long legs. Her idol was simply the most perfect masterpiece of heaven.

“Miss! You're… being unreasonable!”

It was soft and slightly moist.

The light kiss was like an electric shock to Jun Jianlin's heart.

Jun Jianlin's heart skipped a beat and his face turned red. He hurriedly grabbed her small hands.

He had already drunk the specially made tea, and with Nan Gongli's teasing, the blood in his body flowed even more violently.

“Idol, I like you. I want to be with you.”

Nan Gongli ignored his protests and stuffed Jun Jianlin under the blanket.

Modesty… was not as important as her male idol.

Maintaining his modesty mean her being single for the rest of her life. That wasn't worth it.

“Miss, don't be like this. This is the second time we've met!”

Jun Jianlin sighed and looked extremely helpless.

There was something wrong with this lady's brain, but following a cripple like him was delaying her.

“Idol, don't worry. I'll be responsible for you in the future.”

Nan Gongli removed her coat and crawled into bed. She laid her head on his arm and huddled in his arms.

After a commotion, clothes fell from the blanket onto the carpet.

During this time, Jun Jianlin wanted to resist.

However, Nan Gongli was stronger than him. Once he showed signs of this, he would be immediately restrained.

The two of them had already seen each other. Nan Gongli could feel the hot temperature on his skin and his strong heartbeat.

“Idol, your figure is so good.”

Nan Gongli placed her small hand on his abdomen and touched his eight packs.

She thought that her idol would be frail as he was in the wheelchair all year round.

Jun Jianlin's tense body responded.

Nan Gongli sensed his nervousness and stroked him gently to help him relax.

“Idol, don't be nervous. You have to relax. If we sleep with the blanket over us for a while, we'll be done. You won't feel so terrible anymore.”

Jun Jianlin's body tensed up from her comfort. He gritted his teeth and endured it.

In all honesty, he wasn't nervous at all. She was just torturing him.