The coarse pad of his finger brushed at the corner of her eye, causing a tingling itch. Wen Shu was forced to tilt her face up, her mind in a daze as she listened to Luo Fei's voice with a mocking smile.
She opened her lips, intending to deny something, but her hand was gently enveloped by a scorching large palm that slowly guided it down to rest on her heaving chest.
The scorching warmth seeped through the thin fabric.
In her unsteady vision, Luo Fei's jet-black eyebrows arched slightly, and his deep eyes glinted with a hint of pleasure. He slowly curled his lips and said, "Why aren't you speaking, hmm?"
The lazy undertone teased the tip of her ear. Wen Shu's fingertips curled as she was forced to feel the violent thrum beneath her palm.
It was that damned, uncontrollable heartbeat of hers...
Her expression slightly changed, but the smile in Luo Fei's eyes deepened.
