Xie Jinbai felt an explosion in his chest, his heart pounding.
He cupped the face of the woman in his arms, lowering his head until their foreheads touched. "You like me, don't you?"
Cui Lingyao didn't speak. She simply reached up to hold his face, tilted her chin, and moved to kiss his lips.
Xie Jinbai remained perfectly still, his eyes lowered, watching her as she kissed him.
Her eyelids were half-closed, her long, thick lashes fluttering gently.
Her skin was fair and delicate, like warm jade.
A faint blush colored her cheeks.
So beautiful.
A soul-snatching kind of beauty.
Xie Jinbai had always been helpless against her advances, completely unable to muster the will to resist.
Just as Cui Lingyao was about to pull away, a large hand clamped down on the back of her neck.
The stoic man began to respond with force.
It was heavy.
A little fierce.
It was too possessive, and Cui Lingyao soon found herself breathless, pushing against him.
