Wen Zhi's ears filled with his disordered breathing, her heartbeat continuously accelerated, leaving her a bit dizzy and without any resistance.
Under the darkened vision, her senses were amplified, his dry fingertips roamed on her lower back, "Wen Zhi, answer me."
"Shang Hexing, I..." she murmured softly.
He sensed her hesitation and asked in a hoarse voice, "Are you thinking about how to reject me?"
Wen Zhi's hand pressed against his chest, her breath uneven and ragged, "Just now... I only wanted to invite you in to sit for a while, nothing else..."
Her words were cut off midway as Shang Hexing's chin rested in the nape of her neck, interrupting her, "That 'sit'?"
Wen Zhi's face grew hot, so did her heart, "You obviously know."
He chuckled softly, "If you could be a little more explicit, then I would know."
Wen Zhi didn't answer, only biting her lip.
His breath trailed up her nape, kissing behind her ear, Wen Zhi dodged a little, her voice unbearably delicate.
