His clean and strong hands massaged her back as it moved up and down. He kneaded her softness and kissed forcefully on every inch of her face. His kisses made her a helpless doll. She lost all power within herself.
Both of her arms hung on his shoulders weakly. His lips were pressed against the skin below her eyes and grazing it lightly while he muttered, "Why does it feel so good to kiss you?"
Song Yu could not resist but laugh at his question. He only released her when the elevator was almost reaching their floor and helped her to tidy up the disheveled clothes and hair that resulted from his touch. Then, he used his fingertips to coil the strands of hair near her ears.
"Ding", the elevator's door opened slowly. Qi Chengzhi tried to lead Song Yu out of the elevator but she did not budge.
He could feel the resistance from her hand and turned around to look at her puzzledly.
