Wei Anning's hand was fair and soft, very small within the man's palm as if boneless and delicate, making his heart rejoice. At one moment he interlocked his fingers tightly with hers, the next he played with her round fingertips, bending her fingers into various shapes, thoroughly enjoying himself.
"Your hand is so soft, is it made of cotton candy?" The man brought her fingertips to his lips and bit lightly. Seeing her wince and attempt to withdraw, he immediately held on, extending his tongue to carefully lick the teeth marks he had left.
The gesture was bold and ambiguous, filled with teasing.
Watching this made Wei Anning's heart pound wildly, her finger in the warm cavity of his mouth, an electric current spreading from her fingertip to her limbs, making her shiver involuntarily.
When she tried to pull her hand back, he held on firmly, looking at her with eyes deep and burning with an emotion she dared not touch, leaving her heart numb.
