Lin Fu suddenly jolted, her eyes as beautiful as autumn waters clouded over with darkness, her heart abruptly aware that something was amiss, but it was already too late.
Fu Xing suddenly leaned in close, pinching her delicate chin, sealing her lips with a kiss.
Something slid down Lin Fu's throat without her guard up, so fast it seemed like an illusion.
"Um..." At first, Lin Fu struggled, but as Fu Xing's conquest intensified, her resistance started to resemble more of an invitation. Her hands involuntarily wrapped around Fu Xing's neck, actively reciprocating.
"Take off my shirt," Fu Xing's voice was husky, placing her hands on his chest.
That scorching heat nearly burned Lin Fu, and she instinctively tried to pull back, but Fu Xing dominantly pressed her hands down, refusing to let go.
After a long while, Fu Xing reluctantly parted from her lips, looking at her lips that he so adored, now slightly swollen and charmingly red, warmth tinting his gaze.
