They had been intimate before, but it was always Bo Siyan who initiated, and it was tinged with coercion.
The goose-yellow, loose-fitting sweater on her body was lifted by the man and pushed to her shoulders.
Once, she had gone through an indescribably painful experience that made her feel filthy and nauseous.
But now, she was filled with a different, inexplicable sensation; not only did she not despise it, but she also wanted to respond to him.
Bo Siyan removed Ning Xia's sweater, while he slightly lifted his body, and with his hands raised, he skillfully took off his shirt.
His movements were dashing and sexy, pulling at the muscles of his body, tracing perfect lines.
She had never thought a man's every move could be so thirst-provoking and hauntingly captivating.
