Shi Mei spoke, already tiptoeing to gently press her lips against his, her fingers working his shirt buttons open.
Her hands were small, soft, and cool.
As her delicate palms touched his fiery chest, Shi Lingyan's body stiffened slightly.
Shi Mei distinctly felt his momentary tensing and intensified her originally gentle movements, her palm sliding down from his collar, tilting her face up to offer her own lips, pressing her body tightly against him, intimately close.
But soon, Shi Lingyan grabbed her hand, pushed her head away, his dark, deep-set eyes becoming even more inscrutable.
His voice was a bit hoarse, "Did you come looking for me just for this?"
Hearing this, Shi Mei's eyes slightly cleared, and she smiled lightly, "Aren't you here for this too?"
Her slippery palm moved lower, feeling through his trousers the male symbol that had awakened at some unknown time.
Shi Lingyan couldn't help but inhale sharply, batting her hand away and saying, "Don't do this."
