Qin Mei didn't deny it. She admitted it freely and asked, "Did I succeed?"
"Congratulations, you succeeded." Jie Jingchen's hoarse voice was thick with desire. He stared intently at Qin Mei, as if his gaze could burn her to ashes.
Jie Jingchen leaned down and pressed his lips to her red ones in a hot, lingering kiss. Qin Mei instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, responding with equal passion.
They were like tinder and flint, and just as things were about to escalate, the corner of Jie Jingchen's eye caught a smear of blood on the bedsheet. He froze, as if a bucket of ice water had been dumped over him, instantly dousing the flames of passion that had just been lit.
"What's wrong?" Qin Mei didn't understand why he had suddenly stopped. Following his gaze, she felt as if she had been struck by lightning.
'This... could the timing be any worse?!'
'ARGH! I'm going to lose my mind.'
