The moment he carried Cen Xi up, she felt really panicked and hesitant. She had given him the wrong signal again. If she pushed him away straight away, it would be too mean of her.
However, what if she let him do what he wanted?
Being carried by his muscular and strong arms, she could smell his refreshing and masculine scent and her petty heart thumped crazily.
As a thousand thoughts flashed in Cen Xi's mind, the man had already carried her into his room. Before the door was closed properly, he started to kiss her uncontrollably.
…
Cen Xi laid on the bed with the blanket wrapped around her as she panted slightly with her mouth open.
Seeing the small packet he kept in his bedside table, Cen Xi felt really unhappy. Qiao Yanze was sitting next to her, smoking with a cigarette in between his lips.
After Cen Xi had rested enough, she sat up.
