As soon as they entered the room, Nan Sichen placed Qin Yin on the bed, leaned over her, and urgently sought her lips, kissing her eagerly.
Qin Yin tilted her head and smiled, saying, "I say, can't you not be so eager? Can't we talk about our feelings first?"
"Hmm, sure." Nan Sichen whispered as he gently nibbled her earlobe, "We'll talk while we do it."
"What do you mean by 'talk while we do it'? When have you ever talked about feelings with me while doing it?"
"Hmm? Haven't we always been talking while doing it? Love, of course, needs to be done; the more you do it, the deeper it gets."
Qin Yin was at a loss for words. This was the fundamental difference between men and women: women always felt that love needed to be spoken, while men believed love needed to be made; only doing it was truly love.
Ignoring Qin Yin's struggle, Nan Sichen forcibly captured her lips, silencing her chatter, as his hand slipped beneath the hem of her clothes...
