***
Mai Xiaomai momentarily felt suffocated, but then she started to respond again, their lips and teeth dependent on each other, their affections tender and unending...
Their bodies were now pressing ever closer...
Qiao Chutian's hands unconsciously roamed over her back...
Mai Xiaomai, as if electrocuted, trembled softly, her consciousness returning in that instant; she pushed hard, shoving him away.
Qiao Chutian fell onto the bed, still intoxicated by the sweet kiss, his body still in a state of extreme excitement. Her push had brought some clarity to his mind, and he looked deeply at her swollen little mouth and blushing cheeks, struggling to maintain control.
But, in the end, he quickly stood up, gave her a deep look, returned to his room, and locked himself in the bathroom, woefully beginning his solitary "lu"...
In truth, Mai Xiaomai's body wasn't much different from his at that moment; desire was growing wildly within her like untamed grass.
