The Stone Palace was dimly lit, and the faint sound of an underground river flowing could be heard.
Lu Ying wrapped one arm around Shen Yinning's waist, his lips transferring the sweet taste of rouge to hers.
Shen Yinning leaned into his embrace, her breath filled with his scent. Gradually, his kisses left her dizzy and weak, her body melting into his. She would have fallen to the ground if he hadn't held her waist.
Her breathing grew heavier, her delicate palm gently brushing against Lu Ying's chest.
But Lu Ying caught her hand in an instant.
Lowering his head, his voice hoarse and alluring, he murmured, "Zhaozhao, beg me."
Shen Yinning, fueled by defiance, reddened cheeks resembling warm jade. Waves of heat surged over her, threatening to drown her in a tide of irrationality. Yet, she steeled herself, her expression frigid, and shoved his chest firmly.
Lu Ying caught her hand as if he had anticipated the push.
