She looked up at him, and at this moment, the contours of his face were so astoundingly clear and handsome, that even without the initial allure and seduction, it was enough to make her heart tremble with palpitations.
A small arc formed at the corner of her lips, and she thought to herself, "Yan Fengchi, why bother?"
Then, seizing the laughing kiss on her cheek, she straddled him, her hands touching his lean, muscular chest inch by inch.
Hot lips nibbled at his taut ones, slowly migrating to the area behind his ear, and she knew that was his most sensitive spot. Her voice was light and floating, "Well?"
Yan Fengchi's body was ablaze with unexpressed anger, and the desire within him was teased to a boiling point by her. Both body and mind were tortured to near explosion by this woman, his large hands gripping her slender waist while his throat kept rolling up and down, "You... "
"Shh..."
