"Don't reject me."
Lian's heavy breath brushed against Rory's face, every gasp sounding like a suppressed groan.
"Accept me, okay?"
As he spoke, the pad of his thumb gently stroked Rory's lips, which were flushed and slightly swollen from the kiss. His touch was tender, but his eyes flared with possessiveness.
Without waiting for Rory to answer, his lips captured hers again.
His sexy Adam's apple bobbed violently against his throat with every urgent swallow.
...
Half an hour later.
Rory sat on the bed in her room, staring at the box in her hands, and silently buried her face in her palms.
What a total fox.
She couldn't resist him—not even a little bit.
[Ding-dong!]
The Fox: [Wait for me to come back.]
The message was from Lian, who had just left the star rail.
As for that contact name? He had edited it himself just moments ago in his room, snatching Rory's optical computer to do so.
The guy clearly had a very accurate grasp of his own identity.
