Lin Xinlan looked into his eyes and found the color of his pupils to be incredibly dark, shiningly dark, frighteningly dark.
For some reason, she was bewitched by his gaze, her heartbeat uncontrolledly accelerated, and a suffocating aura spread around her.
Rong Shaoze's eyes became deeper and deeper as he gently lowered his lashes and kissed her tenderly. With every touch of his lips and tongue, he traced her lips, each one fueling the flames of desire.
Lin Xinlan gently closed her eyes, not resisting his touch.
Her hand clutched the sheets, her breathing becoming rapid.
It wasn't the first or second time she had been with Rong Shaoze, but this time, she felt something different.
Today, he was very gentle, so gentle it frightened her, leaving her at a loss.
She became muddled, unsure of where she was, her heart hanging in suspension, unable to find a place to land.
