Jin Mo had lost all enjoyment of Tang Yan's kisses, which were rough yet domineering; she could only resign herself to looking at him as he seemed to sense something. His eyelashes trembled slightly, blinking twice.
In his eyes, Jin Mo could clearly see desire, unmasked and mixed with an indifferent laziness. He had never been addicted to kissing her.
This was truly the most bewitching.
Finally, when Tang Yan let go of her, his palms were damp with perspiration that had dripped down onto her cheeks.
Jin Mo's cheeks were flushed, her hair a tousled mess. Unbeknownst to her, her clothes had slipped off; the fair skin made the red marks on her neck stand out starkly. Her lips were a luscious red, her eyes seductive.
Looking down at her, Tang Yan felt his body freeze. What man could resist such a sight?
He quickly turned his face away, struggling to control the surging desire within him.
