The soft, supple lips beneath his fingers felt familiar and smooth, triggering an intense rush through every fiber of his being. Suddenly, he recalled that dream aboard the plane—the dream where the two of them were locked in a passionate kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth with uncharacteristic boldness that ignited a fire deep within him.
He never knew that just one kiss could leave him so overwhelmed and utterly incapable of self-restraint.
"Wei Anning, just what kind of woman are you?"
The man muttered under his breath, a hint of puzzlement flickering in his eyes. Her gaze, filled with deep emotion and sorrow, seemed to contradict the truths he thought he knew. Where had things gone wrong?
