Seeing her lean closer and closer, and soon her entire delicate face almost pressing against him, Mo Heng's expression faltered, "Pei Qin?" He intended to remind her, but instead his voice that broke out was low and hoarse, almost sounding seductive.
Pei Qin frowned, staring at his face. The courtyard lights illuminated it, making his jade-like skin even more lustrous and impeccable. Dissatisfied, she opened her mouth and took a bite.
Mo Heng stiffened slightly, his pupils contracting.
Feeling even more dissatisfied after biting him, Pei Qin's heart felt stuffy and imbalanced, and she bit down hard on his thin lips.
Mo Heng inhaled sharply, the fragrance of the plum wine from her breath at the tip of his nose and lips was intoxicating, making him unable to resist the desire... to indulge.
Pei Qin also tasted the faint flavor of wine on his lips, nibbling and biting down on them.
Mo Heng's hand resting by his side clenched tight, allowing her to take liberties with him.
