Reason and emotion waged a fierce battle in Qiao Yin's mind.
One moment reason held sway, telling her she should push him away, for he was a scoundrel.
The next emotion was in prize, telling her she can embrace him, after all, he was her man, she should do as she pleases with him.
Before she could make up her mind, his lips descended upon hers again.
Even after she had bitten his lip, he still kissed her, undeterred by pain as if a madman.
The lingering effects of alcohol began to surface, and Qiao Yin felt her brain had almost ceased functioning, only feeling dizzy and unstable.
She gradually lost herself in Lu Lingche's scent.
The hot steam filled the bathroom, mist spreading around creating a dreamlike scene, tempting mere mortals towards indulgence, making them lose track of time.
After an indeterminate amount of time, when the steam had dispersed, Lu Lingche carried her out of the bathroom to her room.
He gently touched her flush cheek, asking softly, "Want to sleep?"
