At the moment their lips touched, Lu Fengxuan obediently closed her eyes, her delicate white arms wrapping around the man's broad shoulders.
Perhaps it was her compliance that pleased him; the initially fierce kiss softened into something tender and lingering.
The gentle kiss slowly acquired a different flavor.
Realizing he was about to lose control, Yu Chiyin abruptly stopped kissing her.
He had already been at his limit, yet with an almost non-human restraint, he intended to pull away.
Almost as soon as he made a move, Lu Fengxuan immediately sensed it, her arms tightening around his neck.
Too embarrassed to look at him, she murmured in his ear:
"Brother Ayin... I'm okay, don't go..."
Lu Fengxuan's voice trembled, and after speaking, she buried her head in his shoulder, wishing she could become invisible.
Such things were never to be initiated by a woman, how mortifying.
