A sinful voice in Ming Mei's head was tempting her: pounce on him, overpower him, strip him of his clothes...
The voice was so wicked, so bewitching, that Ming Mei had to bite her lips hard to restore a shred of sanity.
But the rich masculine scent of Kang Chen kept penetrating into her nostrils, fueling the fire burning within her.
Ming Mei was tasting for the first time in her life what it meant to be—consumed by desire!
She used to scorn those people in novels who would fall victims to aphrodisiacs, how unbearable could it be?
Now when she herself was in their shoes, Ming Mei realized the agony, so unbearable that she almost wished to die.
If given two choices now, one to jump from the building, or to endure this agony,
Ming Mei would unquestionably choose the former, the latter was too excruciating.
Within minutes, her body was soaked in sweat, blushing as if half-cooked, her last ounce of self-control was rapidly losing away.
