Lin Banxia's mind went completely blank; her entire body froze. Her petite hands, which had been clutching her dress tightly, suddenly reached out and grasped his collar.
The kiss was wild, tinged with punishment. He bit her—though not too hard, it was enough for her to feel the pain.
She let out a soft whimper; it did hurt. Her lips parted instinctively, and she retaliated by biting his lip fiercely. This time, the taste of blood, metallic and sweet, lingered on both of their tongues.
Yan Ting paused briefly, then pulled away from her lips. He saw her small mouth, now swollen from the kiss, looking intensely alluring.
"If you keep this up, I won't hold back." Lin Banxia knew that her bite must have drawn blood. Traces of it still clung to his thin lips. His mood carried a wild and dangerous edge now.
