Tianxin found herself being pushed against the kitchen sink by Chen Yiran, her back arching unconsciously.
Chen Yiran's long hands wrapped tightly around her, a distinct masculine scent enveloping her instantly.
Unable to help herself, Tianxin let out a soft moan, slim arms winding lightly around Chen Yiran's neck.
"Tianxin..." Chen Yiran's lips brushed against hers delicately, his tongue tracing the shape of her lips gently. Her scent was intoxicatingly sweet, each whiff enticing him further.
Chen Yiran's hand, carrying a slight chill, slowly ventured under Tianxin's sweater.
"Ah... it's so cold!" Tianxin gasped in surprise, the icy cold touch of his hand against her belly sent a shiver down her spine.
"Cold, huh?" Chen Yiran lifted his head, his eyes deep with surging waves that seemed as though they could swallow her whole at any moment.
