But that only made Qu Tong feel even more without a place to hide, her small hand clenching Si Yuting's hair a bit tighter, yet doing nothing to stop the man from having his way.
Warm lips glided from her earlobe down her neck, over her collarbone, trailing downward, causing a series of shivers.
Qu Tong felt as though her body was about to become overly sensitive, completely out of her control, yet embarrassingly, she wanted more.
The unfamiliar sensation caused Qu Tong to instinctively want to retreat, as her perception of danger was the first lesson she learned when she joined the organization.
But it was she who had provoked him first.
Fleeing the field was not her style!
"Hmm! What are you doing?"
He was actually biting her...
Without her noticing, his hands had already moved from the hem of her clothing to her back.
The constriction at her chest was gone, revealing patches of snow-white skin.
