As Chi Xingye struggled, she heard his deep, forceful voice come alive before her, "The contract is not over!"
She was so breathless from his kiss that she took a moment to react. Only then, in the lull of their entwined lips and teeth, did she manage to speak, "Chengyan... what did you say?"
Helian Chengyan fervently, eagerly, obsessively savored her lips, creating a vacuum of longing and nostalgia. He then flipped her beneath him, distanced her lips slightly, stared deeply into her eyes, and spelled out each word, "Yeye, our contract is not over!"
The scorching heat between their lips, laced with the faint aroma of wine, hovered over her face.
Chi Xingye's entire body trembled at the sensation, her mind spinning before she came to understand. The 'contract' he was referring to was the 30-day contract he had previously forced her to sign.
In the dim room, Chi Xingye strained to assess the man before her.
Was he drunk?
