The temperature inside the house was continuously rising.
The place where the two were kissing had shifted from the entrance hall to the bedroom.
Shen Zhaozhao vaguely knew what might happen next, feeling a bit excited yet nervous.
Just as her clothes were being slipped off her shoulders, she suddenly remembered something and grabbed Sheng Chuyi's hand. Shen Zhaozhao's face turned red, and she gasped for breath, stuttering, "No, it's not okay."
Sheng Chuyi buried his head in her neck, calming his breath, then lifted his head and said, "If you don't want to, we can stop."
"No, it's not that," Zhaozhao said with blushed face, "We aren't prepared for that."
Understanding what she meant, Sheng Chuyi got up and said, "Wait for me a moment."
Zhaozhao initially thought he intended to go out and buy something in the middle of the night but saw Sheng Chuyi opening the wardrobe and taking out a box from the bottom.
