When Su Jiu was almost out of breath, Rong Si let her go.
His ears and face were flushed, his breathing erratic. When he looked down at her, he felt as if he were being set on fire, as if he were about to burst out of his bonds.
The girl he had liked for so long was in his arms, looking up at him with clear, bright eyes. She was so still, so obedient and lovely. He really… wanted to do something to her.
But he couldn't. It wasn't time yet. He wanted to save the best part for the day he married her. If he could hold back until that day…
In just two minutes, Rong Si imagined many charming scenes. And the person of his imagination was right in front of him. Suddenly, he felt terrible. Such thoughts were tainting his image of Little Jiu!
With that in mind, he didn't dare continue. He got up quickly and tugged at the collar of his white shirt.
