"Little one, when will you finally open your heart completely to me?" Feng Cang, full of helplessness, held Murong Qiqi's slender jade fingers, kissed her lips, and sniffed the daughterly fragrance on her body. "Qingqing, do you know? I'm going crazy with desire for you!"
The night was very quiet, and Feng Cang could only hear Murong Qiqi's breathing in his ears. It was faint, like the sound of flowers blossoming, making Feng Cang's heart itch yet not daring to do anything.
"Little temptress!" Feng Cang whispered in Murong Qiqi's ear. Sooner or later, he would conquer her heart and make her his true woman! Just, he hoped that day wouldn't be too far away, otherwise he would eventually suffocate from restraint.
