"Xingye, in broad daylight!" Xu Qinghuan pushed him.
His whole body was tense. The weather wasn't too hot yet this morning, but he was already sweating profusely. The sounds of people coming and going outside were noisy, a bit tense, but more so exhilarating.
Xu Qinghuan's waist was soft and slender, just right for holding. His hand pressed against it, heat flowed from his palm, making her tremble all over.
Xu Qinghuan nudged him with her foot, teasing each time, unable to do anything, making both of them uncomfortable.
Suppressing and painful, stimulating yet joyful.
He released her waist, holding her foot instead, restrained yet indulgent, his eyes filled with emotion, desire clamoring, Jiang Xingye took her lips again.
It hurt a little, but the irritation in her heart dissipated completely because of it.
