The slightly chilly hand grazed her arm, gradually warming up.
Unsure whether it was her heat that infected him, or if the scene before his eyes set him ablaze as well.
Yuanya remained silent, gasping for breath, her eyes half-closed, as Lan Xiu's lips landed on her neck.
Maybe his slightly burning kisses were the culprit, straining her neck wound.
The sudden rush of pain caused Yuanya to let out a sharp intake of cold air.
Lan Xiu paused, looking down at her.
Yuanya opened her eyes to see him propped up on one side, one hand holding her neck, looking at her nape.
From her angle, she caught his side profile; long eyelashes, a sharp nose, and perfect lips.
And then there was his body, his powerful arm...
The muscles and the distinct eight-pack, all more noticeable due to his posture, and that...
Yuanya quickly averted her gaze, as if burnt.
What was she doing earlier! She was so entranced!
