After a brief moment of shock, a tingling numbness rose from the base of her spine.
The wind and rain raged on, cold and unabating, but the temperature inside the room climbed steadily higher.
Her heart pounded and her breath grew short. The hand on her waist was no longer content to just rest there, slowly beginning to explore her soft, warm body.
Though her heart was frozen solid, the touch of his skin felt like being seared by a hard, searing-hot branding iron...
Fear turned her hands and feet to ice. She shivered, unable to pretend to be calm or composed any longer. Liang Wan let out a low, choked sob she could no longer suppress.
