Wei stared at her pink lips that he had kissed so many times he had lost count of it. A soft gulp passed down his throat, and his brow twitched. He had pulled her over to his side, so he could also feel the softness of her breasts on his chest.
He imagined pushing her behind and leaning down to claim her lips. Kissing her fiercely and passionately until she felt breathless - no, until both of them felt breathless. The thought was quite tempting.
Lihua's gaze automatically averted. But she felt an intense stare directed at her. She slowly looked up again and found his eyes fixed at her. She ever so slightly shook.
The way he stared at her reminded her of how Wei used to look at her. As if she was the only woman in this world for him. As if watching anything else was simply pointless. It was the most beautiful feeling she had ever felt.
Even his muscular arm that had firmly held her waist felt familiar to her to the times when Wei would embrace her.
