He let out a sigh and was about to get up when she suddenly pulled him back.
Su Jia yanked his body toward her, then leaned in and pressed her lips to his thin ones.
Their lips met, and Lu Yanhe kissed her with domineering fervor, until her entire body was branded with dense, rosy kiss marks.
He hastily stripped the clothes from her body, his movements overbearing yet still gentle.
Su Jia's breathing turned a little hurried, and she couldn't help but let out a soft whimper. "Mm…"
She had only meant to tease him a little—how did it turn into this?
Looking at her alluring expression, Lu Yanhe's body grew even more taut, his voice hoarse and ragged. "Jiajia…"
Seeing how hard he was holding himself back, Su Jia felt a little guilty; her heart gave a jolt, and she almost surrendered on the spot.
But… he wasn't the only one who knew how to torment people.
Su Jia clung to him like a koala, wrapping her arms around his neck. She chuckled lightly. "Are you sure you don't want it?"
