The man spoke as he pressed closer, his eyes full of intense aggression.
This aggression grew nearer and nearer, making Shi Su swallow hard. She wanted to say something irrelevant to ease her inner tension, but Jing Jihan had no intention of giving her that opportunity. He moved over her, bracing his arms beside her waist, trapping her beneath him.
The bedroom was brightly lit, and the towel that had been hastily draped over Shi Su provided little coverage. Now, trapped under the blanket and him, her exposed neck line was smooth and alluring, her damp hair splayed on the pillow. She looked up, catching a glimpse of Jing Jihan's defined jawline, then further down to see the slight movement of his Adam's apple.
Her gaze slowly shifted upward to see the fire in his deep, dark eyes, desire churning at the depths of his pupils.
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