Beads of sweat dotted Zhi Wan's forehead, and a droplet clung to the bridge of her elegant nose. The faint sounds escaping her slightly parted red lips made Lu Zhan lose control several times.
It wasn't until the girl's slender arms gave out and her body went limp that the man regained a shred of his lost control.
He pulled her limp body firmly into his embrace, his lips pressing against her sweat-dampened temple. "Cousin, are you alright?" he asked, his voice hoarse.
Zhi Wan was so exhausted she couldn't utter a single word.
She panted, burying her burning face in her cousin's chest.
Lu Zhan sat down in the chair, holding her in his arms.
Startled, Zhi Wan thought he was about to start again. She quickly pushed herself up, panting, "Don't... I... I can't go on..."
Lu Zhan froze.
Then he noticed how she was sitting on him. His Adam's apple bobbed, and desire surged anew in his eyes.
But mindful of his cousin's exhaustion, he didn't torment her further.
