Fu Yong embraced her tightly. Her waist was very slim, so he could circle it with one hand and lift her chin with the other.
He stared into her eyes, which were as clear as mountain spring water. Her red cherry lips were slightly opened, like a silent invitation. Fu Yong felt the fire in his body continue to burn a path down to his core.
Hua Tang's small face was red, and she avoided his heated gaze. Enveloped by his masculine scent, she felt her body go weak.
Before his kiss landed, she pushed him gently and smiled embarrassedly. "I still have to cook…"
Fu Yong stopped, and a dark light flashed across his eyes.
"Tonight." Hua Tang's voice came out thin and soft. Her face instantly turned red at her bold offer. "Don't sleep on the sofa tonight; it's uncomfortable. You can sleep in the bedroom…"
