Actually, it's because I can't bear to let go.
Qin Wan blinked.
In the soft light, her skin fair as cream, "Then let's postpone it."
Her voice was soft, such languid words especially tantalizing.
Before Mu Shaochen could speak, she added,
"I'm going to sleep now, close the door when you leave."
No sooner had Qin Wan opened the door than Mu Shaochen grabbed her wrist.
A voice, "Wanwan," sounded husky, burrowing into her eardrums.
She lowered her gaze to the fingers clasping her wrist, well-defined and burning hot.
Her heartbeat, involuntarily, skipped a beat.
"Is there anything else?"
As she spoke, she looked up.
Just then, the man leaned down toward her.
Qin Wan's breath hitched.
His other hand secured the back of her head, his kiss electrifying her heart.
In the air, the mood was rife with intimacy.
The half-open door behind her was pushed fully open.
Then, the man kicked it shut with his foot.
The air in the room, unable to circulate, clung tightly.
