His hands were on her...
Xu Shengxia's body began to tremble uncontrollably, her legs growing so weak they could hardly support her weight.
Noticing this, Qi Xiaoqi continued their deep kiss as he reached down, cupped her bottom, and carried her to the living room sofa.
...
This kiss was spiraling out of control.
And yet, it was more than just a simple kiss.
...
Different people evoked different feelings.
Being treated with such fluid gentleness by this elegant man was unfamiliar, new, and utterly thrilling.
'I must be sick,' Xu Shengxia thought. 'Really sick.' She had completely abandoned all reason, like a mindless puppet being controlled by another.
Only then did Xu Shengxia snap to her senses, quickly sitting up and pushing his hand away.
Xu Shengxia's brows furrowed, the corners of her eyes still flushed red as a soft protest escaped her lips.
Qi Xiaoqi froze for a moment. Then, as if he understood something, his eyes gleamed and he reached out to hug her.
