Even though she was astride him through the blanket, he still felt unbearably hot.
In three years, no one had dared to play with fire on him like this.
Perhaps because the drug was taking effect, he felt parched, and his gaze on her lips was burning.
That mouth looked so delicious!
"Of course, I know what I'm doing."
"Hmm. Then hurry up and get off." She hadn't been drinking, but was she being too impulsive? Borrowing genes, was that something he could just casually lend?
"Are you a man or not?!" She bit her lip in dissatisfaction. Had she bought a fake drug? The person said that once this drug was in play, even a bull couldn't resist, so why hadn't this man acted yet and was asking her to get off instead?
"You, you lend me something, and I'll get off—"
