Perhaps because it had been too long since he'd last kissed someone, Qin Muye's movements were a little clumsy.
He held the girl's soft lips between his own, his motions gentle and slow, as if he were afraid of hurting her, yet also as if he were savoring a long-lost sweetness.
Jiang Qingli wasn't quite used to this side of him. She opened her eyes and met his gray-blue gaze, which was heavy with desire.
The young man's Adam's apple bobbed, and his breath hitched.
In the next instant, he pushed her down.
Heaven knew Qin Muye's main purpose for coming here was to investigate the "other man," but the moment he saw her, what little rationality he had scattered to the winds. His mind filled with nothing but thoughts of how to get closer to her.
How to monopolize her attention in this place where another man had been.
How to stake his claim.
As the kiss deepened, the belt tied at her waist came undone with the motion, and the bathrobe fell open.
