She instinctively lifted her foot to kick, but her knee was held down, "It's me, Ji Chengzhou."
Sang Qian's tense nerves relaxed, "You..."
The man's kiss descended.
His unique scent, mingled with the fragrance of clean shower gel, curled into her breath.
He had taken a shower.
If convenience in intimacy could be graded, Sang Qian thought Ji Chengzhou belonged to the naturally gifted category.
Although she didn't want to admit it, her body had truly been aroused in the car just now—she was as uncomfortable as he was.
Now, as his somewhat urgent kiss fell, Sang Qian did not resist; she followed her body's lead and responded to him.
Moreover, this was the first time Ji Chengzhou had taken the initiative since they started sharing a room.
