Because when President Pei desired her, he liked to watch her, to see her eyes in disarray, drowning in intoxication and dreams, to watch her gaze vacantly at the ceiling, panting heavily, uneven and labored, he also liked to see her swallowing efforts, her expression showing she was trying hard.
"Lights off is so dull," President Pei said in her ear, "Won't turn them off."
As his voice faded, Wen Tang let out a muffled groan, her nails digging deep into the flesh.
President Pei frowned, grasped Wen Tang's wrist to examine it, "The nails need trimming."
Wen Tang's face flushed, "I..."
"I'll trim them tomorrow."
"Did I hurt you?" Wen Tang propped herself up on her elbow, attempting to sit up, "Let me check on you."
As she tried to focus her gaze on President Pei's robust back, the man murmured beside her ear, "Ah Tang, you're really wearing me out."
Knowing full well that he was at breaking point, yet still leading him on, how dared she.
