Lu Xiu's breathing was ragged. He stared down at the sensual sight below him, his throat dry and hoarse. He swallowed with difficulty, feeling an unbearable, scorching thirst.
His brow was knitted tightly as he panted, desperately trying to rein in his desire with logic. The process was long and agonizing.
After a long moment, he managed only two words.
"We can't."
"Why can't we?"
Liang Wan tilted her head back slightly. A sheen of unshed tears glistened at the corners of her passion-filled eyes. Her shimmering gaze clung to him, refusing to let go, demanding to know the truth.
But his only reply was silence, save for his scorching breath.
Liang Wan gritted her teeth, a fierce look on her face. "You can say we can't, but your body tells the truth."
With that, she recklessly hooked her arms around his neck and bit his Adam's apple. As if that wasn't enough, she wrapped her hand around him.
