Ji Qingwu's head was spinning. She wished she could just faint and have it all be over.
But before she fainted, she had to destroy this book.
With a flick of her wrist, she snapped the book shut, trapping his long fingers between the pages.
Even though nothing had happened, Ji Qingwu was already starting to breathe heavily.
Just then, his voice drifted to her ear.
"A rosy flush, a glisten of fragrant sweat, a golden hairpin threatening to fall from her temple..."
Hearing Zhao Mingyan flawlessly recite the first line from the page, Ji Qingwu wanted to find a hole to crawl into and hide. But with his scorching heat against her back, she had nowhere to run.
Reading this book alone was a guilty pleasure. Reading it with someone else was mortifying enough to make her want to die.
Zhao Mingyan could feel her body temperature skyrocketing as her back grew taut.
Out of Ji Qingwu's sight, the corner of his lip curled up. "Don't clamp down so tight."
