Lu Hechen's slender fingers lifted her delicate chin, his deep eyes meeting hers.
Those profound eyes held hers, the flames within igniting Weilan's heart with a thunderous beat.
The spot on her chin pinched by his fingers also became unbearably hot.
Weilan was momentarily stunned.
His handsome face pressed down, coming closer to hers, and his lips descended, landing on Weilan's.
Weilan stiffened instantly, acutely aware of Lu Hechen's physical response, his taut, robust body pressing firmly against hers.
He pulled back slightly from her lips, his voice incredibly hoarse, "If I let you go today, I definitely wouldn't be a man."
Weilan stiffened, retorting, "Not letting me go make you a man?"
Lu Hechen's eyes narrowed, looking down at Weilan with greater depth, "Do you want me to let you go?"
Weilan's heart tightened, slightly uneasy, "Of course."
