Warning:- This is a R18 chapter. if intimacy between two men irks you please skip ahead.
Ambai felt her whole body heat up. Her toes curled up in anticipation. Her heart pounded so hard that she feared he could hear it. She cupped her chest and closed her eyes, waiting for his kiss.
His hands wound up around her waist and dragged her to him. Staggering a little, she held onto his shoulders.
The devil still peered at her with his feverish eyes, but... he was panting softly.
One of his hands crept into her curly blond hair and cradled her to his chest. His heart was beating so fast next to her ear. 'Is he nervous?' she thought as she gripped onto his shoulders. Subtly, she licked her dry lips and gazed up at him.
She felt Zhong's grip on her waist tighten. A strange tingle rushed through her body, making her legs weak. She gasped and leaned into him a little.
He touched her neck and his fingers slowly caressed up her neck. He held her chin and made her look up at him.
