Ye Anqi had nowhere to escape; his intense masculine scent filled her nostrils.
The scent was intoxicating.
Gradually, she felt weak all over, sinking into his kisses.
She couldn't help wrapping her arms around his neck, responding to him, feeling him…
Because this might be her last indulgence.
*****
The blooming period of the begonia flowers was very short.
After a snowstorm in M Country, all the petals had fallen off.
Bei Jingshen stood on the first-floor balcony, his hands braced against the wooden railing, coughing softly.
He wore only a thin black sweater.
The cold wind blew, rippling the clothing, highlighting his slender body.
"Cough cough…" Bei Jingshen kept suppressing the itch in his throat.
The maid hurried over with a woolen blanket, anxiously wrapping it around his body, "Young Master, how can you come out into the wind? Let's go in quickly."
Bei Jingshen said indifferently, "I, the Young Master, just like the cold wind, leave me be."
