Zong Fang's gaze darkened, and his eyes lingered on the curve of her collarbone. His hand unconsciously grasped her neck, as if caressing yet seemingly ready to snap it at any moment.
When he spoke again, his voice was somewhat hoarse.
"As long as you behave and cooperate with me, I won't let them search your room again," he said.
She looked up at him with damp eyes and whispered softly, "Come closer, and I'll tell you a secret."
Zong Fang narrowed his eyes, knowing full well she was playing tricks, yet he still involuntarily moved closer, his embrace tightening unconsciously.
The hand that had been restraining her couldn't help but stroke her back, the smooth sensation momentarily distracting him.
"What secret?"
"Closer."
He tightened his hold, enveloping her slight figure completely in his arms, filled with an inexplicable sense of satisfaction that gave rise to many covetous thoughts in that moment.
