The air seemed to grow warmer.
Jiang Zheyu's heart was pounding. Her hands were still pressed against Su Yan's chest. Through the silky fabric of his clothes, her palms could feel the heat radiating from his body and the frantic thumping of his heart.
She paused. 'His heart is racing, too?'
The thought distracted Jiang Zheyu at a most inopportune time.
The large palm on her nape gently caressed her skin, sending a thrilling, electric shiver through her.
"Yu Yu…" Su Yan called her name affectionately, his voice growing exceptionally deep and hoarse.
Hearing the man's gentle, passion-filled voice greatly soothed Jiang Zheyu's anxiety. It was as if his low, husky tone made her entire body go soft.
Her cheeks slowly began to blush.
Su Yan lowered his head and kissed Jiang Zheyu's lips. His cool lips met her soft ones.
He held her by the waist and kissed her tenderly, his red irises narrowing into vertical slits, gleaming with excitement and desire.
