Night was deepening in Beijing City, and the sky was blanketed by heavy clouds, with only faint glimmers of moonlight occasionally peeking through. In the room at the State-run Guesthouse, a dim lightbulb hung from the ceiling, casting a warm, hazy glow. Shen Niantang curled up on the edge of the bed, her back to Gu Tingchuan, her heart racing in time with the man’s breathing behind her.
Gu Tingchuan’s arm reached around her, resting lightly on her waist. His palm was warm, and through the thin fabric of her clothes, Shen Niantang could clearly feel the pressure of his fingertips—gentle yet firm, enough to make her entire body go tense. The man’s chest was pressed against her back, and he enveloped her in a silent, comforting aura of clean soap mixed with the scent of sun-dried cotton.
"Why... why are you sitting so close?"
Chapter 75