Lu Xiao's large hand slid under the back of her shirt, still wearing his leather gloves. The unusual feeling brushed against her skin, eliciting a shiver.
Shen Tang's body softened a little, letting out a light hum.
His long fingers found the metal hook and slowly unfastened it.
Not rushed.
Calm and composed.
But the turbulent undercurrent in the man's eyes said otherwise.
Whether it was the first time, or this time, Shen Tang could feel that Lu Xiao was deliberately restraining himself, except for that moment of losing control, he was too… concerned about her feelings.
But Shen Tang actually preferred the wild, fearless, and reckless approach.
She gently brushed a finger across his forehead, over his damp, tousled hair.
Red lips moved close to his ear and softly said,
"Please me."
"Control me."
"This is—a command!"
Lu Xiao's breath suddenly became heavy, his eyes turning into a dense black.
