"Then let me tell you," he said.
Su Ran held her breath, her eyes chaotic with confusion, the man's face so close that it was difficult for her to remain calm.
As his words faded, a cool kiss pressed down upon her.
The touch on her lips was light, his kiss incredibly gentle, inch by inch grinding down, firmly imprisoning her with no space to resist.
Su Ran's tense body gradually relaxed under his gentle, patient movements, and she found herself responding to him.
Their breathing became more rapid and *heated*, and her hands instinctively climbed onto his shoulders, her fingers tightening slightly, clutching his bathrobe firmly in her palms.
Fu Qiyuan, feeling her gradually relax, then deepened the kiss, both slowly succumbing in this entangling chase.
In her breath was only his scent.
He gently licked her lips, the tingling sensation sending a shiver down Su Ran's spine, leaving her completely limp in his arms.
