I try to push him—not because I don't want to.
I do want it.
That's exactly why I wore nothing but lingerie and a robe.
But my hands press against his chest anyway, hesitant, unsure. My brows knit together.
Wait…
Is he forgiving me or not?
I lift my hands and cup his face, thumbs brushing his jaw, forcing him to stop. His breath is warm, uneven. His eyes are dark, sharp, still burning with something unresolved.
He stares at me like I've interrupted a storm.
"What?" he asks, voice rough.
My throat tightens.
"Did you… forgive me?" I ask softly.
For a second, he doesn't answer.
Then his lips curve—not quite a smile, more like restrained trouble.
"Tsk…" He tilts his head slightly, eyes never leaving mine. "I'll think about it."
Before I can react, he leans down again, his lips brushing along my neck.
A sharp breath leaves me.
"Ah—"
My fingers curl into his shirt on instinct, knees weakening.
Since when does Jiang act like an Earth man?
