"He is a man," Jun Zixuan casually said fiddling with the tie belt of his night robe.
Gulping softly, she shrank back on the bed. Her heart raced in her chest looking into those darkening eyes, "H-He is a kid."
He stood near the edge of the looking at the woman who was inching away from him, "I've left the lights on."
Her body turned hot at the sight of his rigid chest muscles.
She did not know what was she running away from. Whether it was his touch or her feelings, she did not know.
One thing that she was sure of was that once they touched, she would lose control over all her senses and would be left at his mercy, craving more of his touch.
It wasn't something good, was it?
