Ling Chuxia's struggle brought discontentment from Shi Che. He unconsciously furrowed his brows, his hands decisively grasped Ling Chuxia's, pressing them above her head as he bore down, firmly imprisoning her.
Ling Chuxia immediately couldn't move and only felt enveloped by the thick scent of alcohol. That sliver of consciousness was gradually suppressed once again, and she felt her body growing hotter, so hot it felt like her heart would boil over.
Her eyes began to blur, and she looked at the man above her—his handsome features so stunning, even in his disheveled state, they did nothing to diminish his charm. And he… he was the man she liked, the man she loved…
Unconsciously, she parted her lips and slowly responded to Shi Che. Her mind was blank; all she knew was that Shi Che was here, and she wanted to hold him, to kiss him…
The temperature in the bedroom slowly rose as the two embraced tightly, interwoven together as if the world would end tomorrow.
