Lowering his head, his soft lips pressed against her neck.
"Are you not planning to put out the fire you started?"
The low, husky voice, the warm breath, the soft lips, each of them was a deadly temptation to Ji Anning.
And yet, he intentionally used a certain hard object below him... to press against her!!!
With a full-frontal assault, Ji Anning admitted defeat, withdrew her hand, turned around, and embraced the seemingly weak man with one hand.
She stood on tiptoe to kiss him, the other hand reaching down to hold the man's hand.
Mumbling indistinctly, "Your body is quite weak, and mine's not doing well either, um..."
Before she could finish speaking, the man's lips suddenly pressed hard, silencing her words.
...
Back at Charles's house, she would often accompany Charles to various private events, where evening dresses were a must.
Half of the wardrobe in the walk-in closet was filled with skirts and gowns.
