The warm, soft touch of their lips pressed together was infinitely magnified in his imagination. Even the faint, sweet scent of her breath seemed to truly linger under his nose.
He could even picture the way her pink, dewy lips would yield, the slight curve they'd make as he captured them…
Deeper fantasies threatened to run wild, like a horse breaking free of its reins.
'No! Stop right there!'
The youth roared silently at himself, fiercely clutching the bedsheets beneath him like a drowning man grasping at his last straw.
Shen Yuan's eyes flew open. His chest heaved violently as if he'd just finished a thousand-meter sprint. He swallowed hard a few times, just barely managing to suppress the searing heat that threatened to overwhelm his reason.
The girl's clear eyes and her bashful expression flashed one after another in his mind.
Shen Yuan shot up, drawing one knee to his chest. He rested his arm on it and buried his scorching face deep in the crook of that same arm.
