Su Qinglan immediately shifted, her focus snapping from his sadness to the overwhelming heat and desire that was growing between them.
She took the lead, leaning forward to kiss his face, tracing the sharp line of his jaw and neck with soft, fierce devotion to divert his attention.
At the same time, she began to grind against him with her soft buttocks, rubbing herself hard against the solid, unmistakable length of him beneath the warm water.
She wanted him to forget everything...the Teng Clan, the sadness, the fear of failure...and focus only on her.
She immediately took his large hand, which was resting near her waist, and placed it firmly on her hip, urging him to hold her tighter.
"Don't think too much," she whispered against his skin, her voice husky. "We are always together."
