As if whispering like lovers, the sound made Shen Yan's form tremble slightly. She blinked her eyes to suppress the chaotic heartbeat.
"Uh-huh!"
With each lunge and retraction led by his movements, taking big steps forward with thrusts, Shen Yan followed like a marionette.
The friction behind them raised the temperature of the fencing room, creating a somewhat romantic atmosphere.
As he guided, the friction was even more intense.
Shen Yan bumped into his chest, and as she stepped back, there was a feeling of throwing herself into his arms deliberately.
Her face turned a bit red.
Qi Si whispered explanations in her ear. As he explained, he moved her forward and backward again, teaching her the rules of fencing and the techniques of attack and defense.
His voice was like honey, soaking into her eardrums, hot and sweet at the tip of her heart!
Shen Yan looked straight ahead, noticing their hands tightly clasped.
