Although Xia Weiyi didn't move, she couldn't help drawing a sharp breath and, without realizing it, a moan of "Mmm—" escaped her lips.
It was soft, yet it fell on Ye Che's ears.
With her head bowed, biting her lip, she dared not look at him, her trembling eyelashes looking particularly innocent and pitiable, which only stoked the man's urge to push her down and shower her with love.
Ye Che's hand paused...
He slowly bent down, nibbling her earlobe, then her shoulder, his voice seductive as he whispered beside her bitten earlobe with a heavy masculine scent enveloping her, "Yiyi..."
Calling her name tenderly and affectionately, Xia Weiyi's shoulders gave an involuntary shudder, and Ye Che's grasp on her hand trembled lightly in response.
A tingling sensation, as if electrified, raced through Xia Weiyi's body, bringing with it an itchiness—a hollow yet overwhelming feeling—eliciting from her a soft and inviting "Mmm—".
