"Every time I get close to you, my Beast Core feels like it's going to explode, and my scales start growing uncontrollably."
Lan Cangming lowered his eyes, his nails digging deep into his palm to force himself to continue speaking. "I'm afraid of scaring you, but I'm even more afraid of losing control."
"So you'd rather clam up and go mute?"
Su An'an pinched Lan Cangming's chin, lifting his tense face.
Lan Cangming instinctively lowered his eyelids. A strand of his ice-blue hair slid down his forehead, hiding the swirling panic in his eyes.
It was a secret he kept hidden beneath his scales, one more dangerous than any military intelligence.
"What kind of person do you take me for?"
Su An'an suddenly let out a soft laugh. Her slender fingers traced slowly down his hard jawline, drawing suggestive circles over his prominent Adam's apple.
Lan Cangming's arm jerked, knocking over a teacup. The tea spread into a dark stain on the carpet, but neither of them paid it any mind.
