"Now you can go all out... leave the rest to me..."
Wang Xiao's eyes traced the smooth curve of those flawless legs, but before he could savor the sight, Eveline's voice slipped into his ears.
He shot a glance at her, only to find she was already behind him, fingers deftly working to strip him of his clothes.
He could never figure this woman out—never.
Even now, he had no clue what the hell she was playing at.
Was she trying to buy redemption by throwing herself at him like this?
If so, she was dead wrong. Whether she lived or died wasn't up to her—it'd be Aurora who decided, once he freed her.
For now, though, his eyes were drawn to the delicate flower spread out before him.
Ji Xuehong lay in the middle of the bed, knees raised just enough to tease, her chest rising and falling with each breath.
Those pale, soft nipples shivered as she slowly lifted her head, locking eyes with him.
