Noah slowly released Su Yaoyao's lips, which were swollen from his kisses. He tilted his head slightly, his hot breath ghosting over her delicate earlobe.
He then parted his lips and gently nibbled at her earlobe with his white teeth, as if savoring the sweetest fruit in the world.
His voice was low and bewitchingly intimate. "And then, Yaoyao?" he murmured. "Help me remember. Maybe then it will all come back to me." His tone was a calculated blend of innocence and cunning, as if he were deliberately teasing Su Yaoyao.
Su Yaoyao was left panting from his string of intimate, brazen actions. She struggled to steady her breath, her chest heaving violently. Her voice was laced with obvious panic and urgency as she said, "Noah, let me go."
Her hands instinctively pushed against Noah's solid chest, but he was like an immovable mountain. Her struggles were utterly futile.
