She let go of the hand that had been hanging around his neck, yet he didn't loosen the hand at her waist.
A teasing smile lingered in his eyes, damnably charming, "Your face is flushed..."
After going through so much, Xiang Wan's skin had thickened.
She grabbed his tie abruptly, "I blush because I like you. If I didn't, you would be the anxious one."
With such 'flirting,' how could Zuo Xingyun maintain his composure?
His hand moved to the back of her head to anchor it, and he lowered his head to capture her rosy lips with a kiss.
His kisses carried an increasing desire, a passion so deep and endless.
Xiang Wan was kissed until her eyes were misty, their heartbeats intertwining, embracing each other tighter and tighter.
Suddenly, Zuo Xingyun's cellphone ringtone rang out.
He had no intention to answer, and after hanging up several times, the phone insistently kept on ringing.
