Leh Ying knew she couldn't avoid it, nor did she want to. As the thought crossed her mind, she was surprised at herself. Why was it? Was it because of greed?
Xu Jingxi's fingertips scraped across the wax drippings on her skin, his dark pupils openly admiring her expression.
...
Xu Jingxi leaned over, placing down the candlestick, a fallen expression on his face as he parted her knees.
"Yingying."
Xu Jingxi's husky voice sounded as though he were drunk, sending a frisson through her ear.
With little rationality remaining, Leh Ying had no other thoughts. Her eyes were moist as she clung tightly to the man's broad back.
It was like an addiction. She refused to let go, including the prolonged deep kiss.
She and he were on the rooftop's couch in the night.
His phone on the coffee table kept vibrating, again and again. After one vibration, there came another. Unknown who was seeking him.
