Jing Jihan didn't give her the chance to speak coquettishly or charm him; he directly grasped her waist, not allowing her to evade with a smile, and kissed her without hesitation.
Soon, a woman's suppressed moan echoed from the front of the villa, under the bright lights. Shi Su groped around, trying to turn off the lights, but before she could lift her hand, the man held her up again, maintaining her position of sitting on the low cabinet, yet now holding her in front of him as he carried her upstairs. The kiss on her lips never paused, and she heard a thud by her ear, probably as Jing Jihan kicked open the bedroom door.
The man carried her into the room, and the lights were off, but the hallway light still streamed in.
Jing Jihan liked watching Shi Su grasp the pillow tightly when she could no longer bear it, liked seeing the beads of sweat forming on her fair skin, and liked the soft parts of her body turning red from a gentle touch and embrace.
