Ye Lu's chest felt tight, and the familiar scent of the man was at the tip of her nose. She opened her eyes in annoyance. Was this man a dog? He was gnawing so fiercely.
After a few muffled struggles, he finally released her swollen lips. She had just taken a breath when she felt his passionate lips bury into the delicate curve of her neck, and his short, stiff black hair pricked her skin, tickling her irresistibly, prompting her to rub back and forth.
"Woman, don't move." A raspy, sensual voice rose as Third Young Master Jun lifted his head with immense frustration.
Her hazy phoenix eyes were filled with seductive mist, the color of her pupils burning and blurry, her handsome face flushed with a bewitching red. The water-light in her lifted phoenix eyes rippled, and her fingertips casually toyed with her snow-white earlobes.
