It was all a mess.
Qin Yu hadn't intended to hold her or kiss her. He was merely reacting to her bewildered inability to grasp his words when his mind wandered, and his hands had already pulled her close on their own accord.
By the time he realized it, she was already in his arms, surrounded by a rich fruity fragrance. She was small and delicate, incredibly soft to hold, unbelievably tender.
Her struggles and confusion did not sober him; instead, they stirred the suppressed beast deep within him.
Qin Yu hadn't expected her to affect him so profoundly. As he leaned down to press his lips against her luscious ones, everything became chaotic.
As they drew close, reason tried to consolidate but eventually shifted to the corners of his mouth, the touch was supremely soft, and her scent filled the air around him.
