It had been a long time since she had felt this way.
Shi Mei unconsciously shifted her position, and the man beneath her stiffened all over, grasping her body, his breathing growing more rapid.
Shi Mei saw his reaction, leaned back against him, and whispered in his ear, "What are you enduring?"
Shi Lingyan held her but hesitated to move, burying his face into her neck, his voice somewhat hoarse, "What happened to your face?"
"Hmm?" Shi Mei's eyelid twitched, "It's all in the past."
"A burn?" Shi Lingyan raised his hand, wanting to touch her mask, but Shi Mei blocked him.
Shi Mei's smile slowly faded, pushing his hand away, "I'm leaving if we don't do it."
Shi Lingyan's anger was again doused as if with cold water, and it significantly subsided, "Did you look for me just to make love?"
"Of course not," Shi Mei pursed her lips casually, "I came to beg you, Ah Ling."
"What did you call me?"
"Ah Ling～"
