Song Qingchun thought about this until her brain hurt, but she still could not come up with a logical explanation. Finally, she sighed and shook her head as she pushed these questions out of her mind.
…
Su Zhinian leaned against the bedroom door for a long time before he raised his hand to touch his lips.
Even though some time had passed since the kiss, her taste and temperature still seemed to linger on his lips.
She had been his house guest for many days now. Even though they did not share a room, in the stillness of the night, he could hear the sound of her breathing clearly.
He was not interested in things like that when it came to other women, but with her, he was nothing but a normal man struggling with his base urges. Therefore, he would often find himself being scalded by the boiling blood coursing through his body.
