Hot breath fell against the side of her face, near her ear. In the narrow, dim room, every subtle movement was infinitely magnified, stimulating her nerves and senses.
A fluffy touch brushed against her through the thin fabric. It was his cat tail.
Between kisses, Jiang Qingli tried to remind him, "There are cameras—mmph—"
She only managed a few syllables before he captured her lips again.
"Not anymore…"
Yuan Shiyao caressed her lips with the pads of his fingers, then traced over her cheeks where another male had touched her, as if trying to cover the spot again and again.
He pressed his forehead against hers, a certain stubbornness in his breathy voice. "I paid. The cameras aren't running now."
Jiang Qingli was speechless.
'So when he left just now, he was taking care of the cameras.'
'He'd planned on doing something all along, hadn't he?'
Jiang Qingli lifted her knee, and a muffled grunt sounded beside her ear.
