Gently clearing his throat, Mr. Xing, used to his machismo, felt a bit embarrassed. His deep black eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at the little woman in front of him who insisted on being serious. Her lips, which he had kissed, now had a bit more tender moisture, her fair face was blushing like it was brushed with rouge, and her eyes, rippling like water, were fixed on him.
Beautiful, so damn beautiful!
And this kind of beauty could be deadly!
Between temptation and seduction, the flame at the tip of his heart kept expanding and burning, boiling bit by bit, like electrifying currents sliding through the cells of his limbs and body.
His heart was warm with desire, and his lungs were fluttering with excitement.
Numbness, tingling, sourness, swelling, itchiness - all kinds of emotions stirred up that slight movement, like a thousand ants burrowing into his heart, scratching irresistibly everywhere.
He wanted her, really wanted her.
