Ning Guiwan spoke words of apology, but her expression clearly lacked any remorse; the smile nearly spilled from her captivating eyes.
She lifted her face to look at Quan Yu.
The man's jawline was defined, strikingly handsome.
Quan Yu was also looking down at her, his fingers unconsciously caressing her slender waist, his voice even huskier. "Now that you realize your mistake, how do you plan to correct it?"
Ning Guiwan tightly clutched the pajamas at Quan Yu's back, her face still beaming with a radiant smile. "I'll leave it to your discretion. Is that alright?"
Quan Yu's dark eyes deeply held the girl's makeup-free, delicate face. "Are you ready?"
Ning Guiwan smiled. "I want to try. I can't always..."
Before she could finish, Quan Yu sealed her lips with his.
After a moment of stiffness, Ning Guiwan's arms wound around his neck.
...
By the time the "discretion" had been exercised, it was almost ten o'clock.
