His warm hand slipped under her clothes at her waist, moving unhesitatingly upward...
Xu Su whimpered, trying to push him away, but in the next instant, he silenced her with a kiss.
Xi Zirong was a much better kisser now, all his previous haste gone.
It was as if he were savoring a rare and precious tea—slow, methodical, and with the utmost care, afraid to spill even a drop.
It wasn't until her back was pressed against the sofa that Xu Su found some leverage. Her hands flew to his shoulders, and she pushed. "Stop!"
Xi Zirong paused. He lifted his head from where it was buried below her collarbone and said pitifully, "I don't want to."
"..." Xu Su was silent for a moment, then she reached out and covered his face with her hand. Her tone was dead serious. "I can't do this."
"Why not? Didn't you two break up? Even if you still choose him, you're not back together yet."
Xi Zirong took her hand, slowly kissing her palm, and murmured, "Do you really not want me?"
