"Zhihan..." she warbled his name in a daze.
"Yes?" Yin Zhihan responded to her in between a series of passionate kisses.
Lu Ning stared at the crystal chandelier above her head. She felt like a fish, swimming in the clear springs that were Zhihan's waters. It was an indescribable sensation so foreign as to be alien, yet so natural that she knew it could be nothing else but a return to one's primal nature. Zhihan showered her kisses, each bearing his gift of love. His arousal made it difficult for him to remain calm...
"Zhihan..." Lu Ning struggled to push him away. While she still bore a shred of rationality, she needed to stop his advances before they committed a mistake either one would come to regret.
"Hmm?" Yin Zhihan looked up questioningly, his gaze conveying his passionate, inviolable love.
"... Who are you? Are you...?"
Yin Zhihan locked eyes with her and nodded. "I am."
