Upon hearing Bai Zhi's words, Chen Nan's body instantly stiffened as if struck by lightning.
His gaze was filled with intense struggle and hesitation.
Yet the surging desire in his heart, like a tsunami, repeatedly and fiercely assaulted the crumbling dam of his rationality.
However, the heavy shackles of ethics and morality weighed down on him like thousand-year-old ice, pressing heavily on his heart, trapping him in a painful dilemma.
It was as if Bai Zhi had seen through the inner turmoil of Chen Nan; her hands, like nimble butterflies, slowly wrapped around Chen Nan's neck.
Her slender fingers gently stroked the sensitive skin at the back of his neck, the touch as soft as the lightest spring willow catkins, making Chen Nan unable to help but shudder slightly.
"Just this once, okay? I really want to completely and entirely belong to you," Bai Zhi's voice was as soft and sweet as syrup, with a hint of coquettishness.
Her gaze also revealed a trace of pleading.
