She had approached him in the past with ulterior motives and now she was supposed to express feigned affection for him…
Images of their past two intimate encounters flashed through her mind, causing her face to flush and her heart to beat fiercely.
Perhaps due to the lack of motivation, Sang Qian discovered her courage had waned; she even feared turning around to look at him.
She grasped his hand resting on her forearm and guided it to her chest.
The man's palm was large, seemingly burning her skin with its warmth, even through the fabric of her clothes, making Sang Qian's heart quiver.
She felt the man's breathing behind her grow rougher, his thin lips kissing her neck lightly, his hand exerting more pressure.
Caught between his advances from before and behind, Sang Qian felt as if she were being roasted on a fire, so hot she might melt, and utterly weak, trembling uncontrollably in his embrace.
"So sensitive."
The man's deep, magnetic voice resonated near her ear.
