It was late autumn, so the weather was dry. Ye Shengge didn't turn on the heater at night even if it was cold because it would dry her skin and make her unable to put on makeup the next day.
Thus, this was why she could feel her skin against that man's very clearly. His calloused fingers moved across her body, sending sparks everywhere they went, making Ye Shengge's mouth go dry.
Perhaps because it was the third time, Ji Shiting was very patient. He stared at her with his dark eyes, as if he wanted to see every inch of her face. He was like an excellent zither player, and she was his instrument, producing sounds that made him happy every time he touched her.
Ye Shengge couldn't hold back her tears anymore. She was about to beg for mercy, but the man stopped her. His burning chest was pressed against hers, and her heart was beating fast.
