Song Yan's face was burning hot; with one hand on her waist, he even countered her with a question, "Don't you want it?"
His magnetic voice lingered in her ears, causing her heart to throb wildly in an instant.
Ahh, this man—
How could she resist his temptation?
Even if she wanted to falsely claim she didn't want it, her body wouldn't allow it.
Those shameful hands had already taken the initiative to wrap around his neck, and then he kissed her soft lips...
A passionate and heartrending kiss, their breathing intensified.
Song Yan opened the door, all the way to the bedroom...
Upon entering, Song Yan finally sobered up a bit, "Wait—"
"Too late." His husky voice sounded above her head as the door closed, and she was drawn back into his embrace, "Since I can't keep you awake thinking of me, then we'll just have to stay up all night doing it."
Song Yan: "!!!"
What kind of wolfish talk was that!
