Jia grabbed his hand that lingered on her chest and breathlessly exclaimed. "I-I get it. I d-don't need a demo!"
This time, he pressed his lower body against her legs, making her swallow a gulp.
"I don't think so. Aren't you just trying to escape?" Mingshen chuckle ran a shiver down her back as he twisted and played with her hair locks.
She frantically shook her head.
He pressed his finger on her lower lip, bending closer and closer to her face. "Or maybe you need another kiss to prove my sincerity? Maybe third time's the charm. That reminds me, I am craving to kiss you so badly."
"Y-You…" she spoke in a trembling whisper, "you should control that craving."
He placed his finger back on her chest, tracing those curves that were making his throat go dry. "I think it's high time I exercise that craving. The whole London trip felt so painful and brutal. Now…"
He untugged another button, revealing the line of her white bra.
"Ooo, you like lace borders?" He arched his brow.
"..."
