The moment their lips touched, Gu Yanshen's body became as rigid as a rock.
The hot towel that had fallen onto the cotton quilt continued to emit steam. Lin Wanyi cradled his face with her hands, her fingertips grazing the hard stubble on his chin, which felt a bit prickly. Undeterred, she tilted her head slightly upward, deepening the kiss.
Gu Yanshen knelt on one knee by the bedside, maintaining the posture for two seconds.
Then, his large, rough hand cupped the back of her head.
The guest took charge.
His movements bore the aggressiveness typical of a soldier, yet just when he was about to hurt her, he forcibly restrained his strength. His other hand braced against the bed, the veins bulging on its back, as he tried hard to contain the beast raging within him.
The air in the room grew thick. The warm yellow glow of the desk lamp fell upon their intertwined shadows.
Lin Wanyi's breath became stifled under his kiss, and she let out a very soft moan.
