Jiang Xingye stood between Xu Qinghuan's legs; even sitting on the table, she was still a bit shorter than him.
But with her head tilted up, it was the perfect angle for a kiss.
Jiang Xingye's hand roamed over her back. At some point, his hand slipped under the hem of her clothes, hot against her back. He turned his body slightly, tilting his head while his hand gripped her slender waist.
Xu Qinghuan shivered from the heat against her body. His face was buried in the crook of her shoulder, and both of their breaths grew rapid.
Jiang Xingye's hand paused for a moment before moving to her back and skillfully unfastening the clasp.
She was wearing a modern bra, and just then, they heard people approaching in the hallway. Xu Qinghuan couldn't help but feel nervous, "Ah Ye, let's go to the bed."
Jiang Xingye's body noticeably stiffened; his rationality held for just a second before he gave in.
