As her vision went dark, her other senses grew sharper.
The wet sensation trailing at the base of her ear, the tickle of his soft breath, the sound of his lips brushing against her skin... Everything was exceptionally clear.
In the cramped space, Jiang Qingli could clearly feel Gu Nian slowly drawing closer.
He leaned down, his long fingers hovering around her sides. After a pause, he gently grasped her waist.
Even through the fabric, Jiang Qingli could feel the heat of his body, warmer than her own.
'So hot.'
It made her own cheeks flush, and the tips of her ears burned.
He took her earlobe into his mouth. Jiang Qingli shied away, complaining softly, "That tickles."
'If this were Baili Jing, he would definitely be laughing and asking, "Is that so? Where does it tickle? Don't you like it, baby?" Then he would kiss me even more intensely.'
But Gu Nian clearly didn't get it.
