A wisp of warm air brushed into Tang Ying's tender ears, tickling and numb, a wonderfully strange sensation. Her heart raced in panic; could he really dare to take liberties with her? Tang Ying suppressed the urge to shrink away, not believing that he would truly defile her. And yet, the sensation of his lips was vividly real. Annoyed, a trace of hurt flashed in her beautiful eyes. Though she wasn't averse to the heart-stirring feeling, it was indeed too much for him to disrespect her like this—someone who didn't respect her, she would never forgive.
"Good night, I wish you sweet dreams..." Zhang Ziwen whispered into her ear, feeling his breath hot, his lips barely touching that delicate earlobe, a tempting provocation. He had mustered his utmost restraint, barely controlling the impulse to kiss her. Her noble demeanor reminded him that she was not someone he could presume upon casually.
