The door burst open and a strong pair of arms immediately encircled Li Meirong's narrow waist from behind. She felt a hot breath fan across her neck, followed by a soft brush of lips pressing on her skin. All of her previous thoughts stopped in their tracks.
A warm rush of reassurance pressed against her. She could smell him before she could see or hear him. Just from his scent alone, she knew who it was.
Li Meirong unconsciously grew limp in Zhu Qingyue's arms as she leaned her head back against the broad span of his chest. To her, it felt as if she was sinking into him, melding with his solid warmth.
His masculine scent invaded her senses. It made her feel safe, and at the same time, a little perplexed as a new feeling aroused within her, becoming slightly turned on by his body odour.
The softness of Zhu Qingyue's lips disappeared as he raised his head. A few strands of gossamer hair fell over her forehead, tickling her nose.
