Ji Qingwu's breathing fell into complete disarray.
She opened her eyes and glanced toward the hall entrance.
Light streamed in through the crack of the slightly ajar door, casting a golden glow on the line of flagstones outside.
'Someone could burst in at any moment.' Ji Qingwu struggled anxiously.
But his kiss only grew more intense, stealing her very breath away.
The back of her head rested in his palm, held firmly under his control.
To punish her inattentiveness, Emperor Wu Su's hand moved from her scapulae, her "butterfly bones," gradually closing around the soft warmth of her front and giving a gentle, yet firm, squeeze.
Ji Qingwu's eyelashes fluttered rapidly.
The mere thought of Wei Ting and Prince Yong just outside the door made her grow even more tense, heightening all her physical sensations.
His breath ghosting over her skin made her tremble.
The rough pads of his fingers on her skin created a peculiar sensation, a mix of pain and pleasure.
