The scorching breath washed over her, warm lips softly pressing against Weilan's delicate earlobe, causing her to instantly stiffen.
Indeed, once a man and a woman had shared intimacy, the atmosphere between them changed significantly.
Almost instantly, both of them underwent noticeable transformations.
Lu Hechen's nostrils flared with a comforting scent, like the subtle fragrance of orchids, soul-stirring.
He didn't want to leave.
Yet, reason told him he couldn't.
Just a little bit more would suffice.
His lips still lingered on her earlobe.
It was intimate, with an urgency that hinted at a desperate need. This fleeting moment of mingling breaths made his gaze fervently hot.
His entire body began to tense up, his mouth dry and tongue parched.
He took a breath, his Adam's apple bobbing several times before he managed to contain his emotions.
Lu Hechen eventually straightened up and repeated, "Sorry."
