But Fu Huai'an decisively grabbed the hand pressed up against his chest. He forced her to wrap her arm around his neck and whispered in her ear in a lowered voice, "I let you go upstairs to put something on, and yet you came down in a skirt. Are you intentionally going against me, or are you insisting on testing my self-control?"
His voice was already powerful and deep. Yet it sounded raspy after he smoked, seeming especially sexy.
Lin Nuan instinctively closed her legs when he mentioned the skirt.
She felt the heat rushing through her whole body. Even the air around her was burning hot.
She averted her eyes and saw his large hands on the countertop, his slender, long fingers, and his defined knuckles clear even through the smoke from the cigarette.
She had no way to redeem herself from her sin.
