Song Yinyin was pinned against his chest by him, and didn't dare lift her eyes to look at him.
Her face flushed bright red, as if being roasted over a fire, heat making a fine sheen of fragrant sweat bead on her, dampening a small patch at her hairline.
A few strands of hair stuck there, making her, already so alluring, look even more enchanting at this moment.
The temperature all around kept climbing, and the sultry air between them instantly grew thicker, more intense.
"We agreed I'd make it up to you tonight, you don't need to be shy." Lu Jihan's hoarse voice was rich with emotion, seducing the Song Yinyin in his arms.
That magnetic, husky voice of his made Song Yinyin feel like all the blood was rushing to her head.
The flush on her cheeks spread straight down into her watery eyes; both her hands were braced against his firm chest.
And what Lu Jihan gave back to her was an even more fervent kiss.
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