Devouring all her unfinished words.
The kiss was deep and lingering, clearly possessive, robbing her of her breath and her ability to think.
His scorching palm roamed her back, his calloused fingertips sending a thrilling sensation through the thin fabric.
At some point, her clothes had been slipped down to her shoulders. The cool night air stood in stark contrast to his scorching skin, compelling her to press herself even tighter against him, seeking warmth and shelter.
"Chou Rong... let's go back first..." she managed to whisper breathlessly as he moved to kiss her collarbone, the last shred of her reason trying to halt his increasingly bold advances.
Chou Rong, however, didn't stop. Instead, he smoothly swept her limp, half-undressed body into his arms.
Bai Wanwan instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.
Carrying her, he took just a few steps before pushing open a wooden door at the base of an inconspicuous treehouse, hidden behind several large trees.
