The light above shrouded his head.
He lowered his eyelashes, the fringe masking the light in his eyes, making them indecipherably turbulent.
Xie Baola felt that at times like these, he exuded a wildness unlike his usual self.
Her lips parted slightly, but before she could speak, she was silenced by a kiss.
The man's kiss descended like a fierce storm, filled with urgency, desire, and a punitive desperation.
Xie Baola: "…"
Her heartbeat inexplicably began to intensify, as if about to leap out of her throat.
His movements were too aggressive.
They were unlike his usual tenderness.
Xie Baola felt a touch of pain.
Yet this rust-like taste oddly made her adrenaline soar, her body feeling as though it was being scorched by fire.
As his palm roamed, it seemed like she too ignited.
Xie Baola, with misty fox eyes: "Chen Jiayan..."
Chen Jiayan didn't give her the chance to speak, lightly nibbling on her lips, his eyes intently fixed on her as they quickly met with naked sincerity.
