Kang Sola's hands traced Xue Guangxi's spine from the lower back to the neck and slid smoothly towards the shoulders in a repetitive manner. Her hands were soothing as an angel's healing caress. They weren't as heavy as he would have wanted, but they felt like home.
But his muscles grew tenser as she continued to touch him. The heat from her touch spread all over his body like wildfire. Every touch ignited in him like a spark from the electricity that he felt he was more tortured than relieved.
The pleasant and inviting aroma of peppermint did not help at all as it was expected, but in another way, the situation did not call for.
Xue Guangxi tried to control his raging hormones. Occasionally a helpless groan escaped from his mouth, and beads of sweat coated his forehead. He balled his fists under the pillow.
When he couldn't manage himself any longer, he murmured, "Stop!"
