Because of the commotion earlier, the bright red clothes on her were no longer neatly worn, the garments disheveled, slipping loosely from her shoulders.
Beneath the vermilion robes like blazing flames, a smooth snow-white shoulder peeked through, her ink-black hair resembling clouds, adhering to her slender and snowy neck, weaving downwards, entwining around her collarbone.
Baili An's gaze darkened, suddenly cupping her blushing and burning little face, his movements gentle, as if afraid of causing her pain, he tilted his head and dropped a kiss at her gracefully curved neck.
Yin Baishuang hummed lightly, her almond eyes, jade-like and moist, narrowed slightly, feeling his warm and cool breath close in, carrying a hint of tenderness, playful chase, leaving traces of fine red marks on her side neck.
"Hmm..." How could she not know, in this environment, she was being gently burned by the poison of Desire.
