Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
His toned and shaped body pressed down upon her. A scalding gust of hot air assaulted her senses. Luo Sang raised her head and caught the sight of his chiseled jawline and his Adam’s apple as he swallowed. Perhaps he hadn’t shaved in the morning. There was thin stubble on his chin, giving him an air of masculinity and maturity.
Luo Sang held her breath momentarily, turned her gaze away, and pushed him. “Get up. I’m tired, and I want to sleep.”
“Didn’t you say I gave you an abrasion this morning? Let me look at your wound,” Nian Junting said as he took in the view of the woman beneath him. Her jet-black hair spilled over the sky-blue sheets and lined her soft, ever so radiant face. The only problem was that her clothes were barely revealing. It seemed that she was even wearing a bra. Seeing this, his eyebrows furrowed.
“Thank you, my wound is not serious. You don’t have to see it.” Luo Sang continued pushing his shoulders. “Moreover, it might get worse if you do.” After all, her abrasion was at the top of her inner thigh. Who knew if Nian Junting would be able to hold himself back at the sight?
“How can you say that? To prove my character, I must take a look.” Upon saying this, he started to tug harder at her pants.
Luo Sang wanted to break down. Despite holding onto her waistband for dear life, Nian Junting still managed to pry it from her grasp. He flung her pants away. Her pale, slender legs were raised in the air. Luo Sang was so embarrassed, her face had turned a deep crimson. Furthermore, there was a certain man trying to pry her legs apart.
“If you carry on, I’m going to be angry.” Luo Sang stared at him, frustrated.
“Luoluo, I’m going to be angry.” Nian Junting looked up with a serious expression etched on his face. “I’m just concerned about you.”
Luo Sang was stunned at his righteousness. With a bit of effort, he had succeeded. Nian Junting looked down at her abrasion and started to study it intently. Luo Sang let her head drop and looked up at the ceiling, biting the side of her lip. She wished that a wave would just crash over her and knock her unconscious. It was in the middle of the night, and she was dressed like this, being peered at by a man. She wanted to die of embarrassment.
Nian Junting planted a kiss on her wound as he said, “Mm, Luoluo, it’s my fault, indeed.”
Luo Sang trembled. She wanted to withdraw her thigh, but he grasped it tightly. “Nian Junting, let me go now,” she said desperately. “I’m tired, I’ve no energy to play games with you tonight.”
“I’m not playing games, I’m just worried about you.” Nian Junting threw her a sly gaze and kissed her wound a few more times.
Luo Sang held her breath. She could not help but feel aroused. It was strange, it had only been one night, but her senses still seemed awakened.
“Luoluo, you seem to feel it.” Nian Junting raised his gaze to meet hers, as deep and as mesmerizing as the Milky Way. He had hit the nail on the head. Luo Sang, who was flushed to the brim by now, craned her neck forwards to bite him. However, she did not manage to bite him. Instead, her lips were captured by his. He kissed her ferociously, and Luo Sang could only let out a quiet yelp. It was as if he had broken down the gates to her castle. She was nearly asphyxiated by his kiss.
She could feel his intense desire, too. Opening her eyes, she saw that his forehead was drenched with sweat. She knew that he was arduously holding himself back. She did not know much, but she could tell that these things were important to men. This must also be the reason why he tried so hard to climb into bed with her.
An indescribable feeling grew within Luo Sang, and at that moment, a strange notion flashed across her mind. Since they were left with the last step, and what was done was done, was there any need to remain guarded?
