"Mo Qian, don't..."
Ji Wei was trembling and overwhelmed, instinctively reaching out to press against his hand.
"If it weren't for the injury on me, I would've pinned you on the bed long ago. Do you think you'd still be standing here?" The man's voice was impossibly husky, laced with a biting intensity.
But his hands didn't stop. Instead, they roved more wantonly, igniting heat wherever they wandered on her soft skin.
Ji Wei felt like her legs might give out completely. Gu Moqian scooped her up with one hand, guiding her to sit on the nearby sofa.
Hot breaths trickled near her ear, both ticklish and electric, teasing her senses.
His long fingers deftly undid the woman's buttons, slipping off her coat and shirt.
Ji Wei's cheeks were impossibly flushed, shy and vibrant under the candlelight like a newly blooming flower.
"Little vixen." Gu Moqian's Adam's apple bobbed before he gently bit her pale, delicate earlobe, speaking hoarsely.
