The man paused, then kissed her even more fervently.
Zhi Wan's hand slid from his shoulder, tracing down his trim waist before coming to a rest on his firm abdomen.
The man's back went rigid. He tried to stop her, but her hand deftly slipped from his grasp, darting lower before coming to a halt.
The man lowered his gaze, looking at her in astonishment.
Zhi Wan was just as stunned. As if burned, she snatched her hand back.
Her eyes darted around as she stammered, "I-I have to go." With that, she shoved the man aside and turned to open the door.
But before she could even see what was outside, a powerful arm clamped around her waist and yanked her back.
SLAM!
The man slammed the door shut, pinning Zhi Wan against it once more.
"Too late."
The man's searing lips brushed against her ear, sending shivers through her body. Her mouth suddenly felt parched. She had no idea what he meant by 'too late.' With her face pressed against the door, she gasped for breath.
