"If you're not eating the other bowl, then I will eat it." Chu Lui crossed his arms across his chest. Even though it was not a very scrumptious feast, he somehow still liked it.
If the extra bowl on the table was not for him, naturally, it was for her.
Xia Ruoxin opened her mouth, and her dazed look made Chu Lui's eyes slightly lighten. She actually had moments when she was silly. He thought this woman was not capable of anything else other than to be at loggerheads with him and also making him angry.
He lowered his head, and he suddenly bit her lips. He remembered the taste—it was sweeter than any other women. He had had so many women before, but he liked her lips the most. He couldn't resist them.
They were amazingly soft and enchantingly sweet.
He finally let go of her, and her hands rested on his chest. Her snow-white face was a deep touch of the red color. Beneath her forbearing strength lies a girl who was, in fact, easily moved.
