Pei Yuanchen felt as though he was quenching his thirst with poison.
The woman's lips were incredibly soft, as if they could melt from his warmth.
The touch, like clouds and mist, made him unconsciously sink into an abyss.
It wasn't until he felt He Ziyi's violent trembling that he reluctantly let her go.
His body was painfully tense.
Pei Yuanchen breathed heavily, staring at her flushed face, his gaze unfathomable.
He Ziyi finally spoke with a tremble: "Xia... Uncle Xiaobao..."
"Afraid?" Pei Yuanchen suddenly sneered, "If we date, I will treat you like this every day!"
Ziyi was stunned again: "D-d-does it have to be like this?"
"Yes." Pei Yuanchen replied with a lingering tone, touching her lips, "This is what lovers must do."
He Ziyi instinctively covered her mouth.
Her mouth was still burning painfully.
"Let me know when you've thought it through." Pei Yuanchen spoke hoarsely, leaning down to scoop her up and place her on the bed.
