Zhao Junyao held her, inhaling her faint hair fragrance and the subtle scent of her skin. Her hands, restless again, unconsciously wandered everywhere, and then... she started fires wherever she touched.
She herself didn't know, but it was tough on Zhao Junyao.
He gritted his teeth and moved her hand away, but she placed it back again. He removed it again, and she put it back once more, each time placing it lower than the last.
Because she was cold, she desperately burrowed downwards, finding a warm and comfortable object to touch, wanting to keep touching, and then...
Zhao Junyao felt his body burn like fire.
He had been holding back for a year.
It wasn't that he hadn't had others serve him, but it wasn't the same; none of them could satisfy him.
Only she could! A single thought screamed through Zhao Junyao's mind: Only her!
His pupils slowly took on an ambiguous hue, his breathing grew heavier, his breaths ragged.
"Qingqing... you can't blame anyone else for this!"
