So inviting.
It was like an adrenaline rush that made Yu Ting even bolder. Her hands on his shoulders, she leaned lower and closer to him.
She brushed a kiss over his lips, then kissed the corner of his mouth.
Suddenly, his hands on her waist tensed up.
Only realizing he was gripping too hard after the fact, Lu Nanchen quickly loosened his grip, his ears burning, instinctively murmuring, "Sorry."
The woman on him didn't respond, instead she kissed his cheek, indicating through her actions that she didn't care. Then she trailed down, peppering him with kisses.
Lu Nanchen's body tensed, it was torturous.
The current situation made him involuntarily recall last night, plus the fact that Yu Ting was now sitting on him. Her alabaster skin contrasted starkly with her black dress.
Unaware, one of her dress straps had slipped off her shoulder, hanging loosely.
He was going insane.
