Jiang Yanzhou's eyes grew gloomy, and her words took on the appearance of a scattering of sparks that had just fallen into a barrel of oil and started a quick fire. The beast within of him yearned to escape its confines and seize the loot for itself.
It was a restless gaze.
Lu Yang felt both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. The distance between them was close, and memories suddenly started coming to her. She gently arched her brow and pushed her lips against his.
"I want to hear you pant," she whispered.
Jiang Yanzhou's brows arched slightly, and his tone had a tinge of amusement. "Show me what you've got."
He effortlessly regained control with one hand moving in the darkness, while the other firmly held her chin as he kissed her.
Lu Yang was overwhelmed by the kiss. She felt as if her skin was scorched, and her breath filled with the scent of a man.
