Unable to contain himself, he leaned against the door, panting heavily.
His chest rose and fell continuously, his handsome and delicate face alternating between red and white, an indescribable expression, with particularly complex emotions in his eyes.
He tried to calm himself down, but his body would not cooperate, not at all.
Wen Yu glanced down.
Unable to help himself, he muttered a curse under his breath, then closed his eyes, trying to steady his emotions.
Giving himself enough time.
Yet, the more he tried to do so, the more things went against his wishes.
After closing his eyes, all he saw in his mind was the image of her, more specifically, the way she danced intimately against him...!
A beautiful figure, with a pure yet enchanting gaze.
Bringing an indescribable sensuality.
Finally, utterly resigned, he slowly opened his eyes, accepting his fate.
He leaned against the door again.
Ashamed and embarrassed by his sensitivity, impulsiveness, and youth.
