Shen Qianshu's long legs were pressed under his palm and her arms were wrapped around his neck. The familiar masculine scent still carried an overwhelming sense of aggressiveness even after seven years, and made her recall that one unforgettable memory.
The two of them were so close to each other that her crisp fragrance filled his nose, teasing and pulling at his self control like an uncontrollable beast. Ye Ling had wondered a countless number of times what he would do if they were ever to meet again. A million thoughts flashed through his mind, thoughts that included tying her up and torturing her until she begged him for death. His thoughts were sadistic and extreme.
Her petite body was trapped by his strong body, legs forcefully wrapped around his firm waist. Their position was awkwardly intimate and suggestive. Shen Qianshu had nowhere to look and found herself staring up at his handsome and sharp features, her heart beating like a roller coaster.
