The bed was a sweaty mess afterward, but neither of us wanted to get up from it. Bai Ye didn't let go of me from his arms, and I kept kissing him until I felt something hard starting to bulge between us, prodding my lower abdomen.
I stared at him in disbelief.
He chuckled, "I told you. There are consequences when you kiss me like that, Qing-er."
I gave him a blushing glare. Disregarding his bare shoulders and chest, he still looked just like the serious, formidable master that was lecturing me not long ago. His hair was only slightly tousled, his cheeks barely flushed. If anything, the rest of his face seemed paler than usual, probably because of the dim indoor light. It was too difficult to associate this image with all his wild words, and the image where he …
"If you keep tempting me with that look in your eyes …" He interrupted my musings. His hand slid up my back, slowing tracing along my spine, "I wouldn't mind staying here for the rest of the day and continue—"
