"You are... Xia Nuan?!"
The girl laughed, her tone filled with barely concealed delight, "I didn't expect that, after so long... you still remember my name."
Her light pink lips parted slightly as if she were about to say something, but Xicheng couldn't make out the words. All he could hear was his blood coursing through his veins like a tide, all his blood, every nerve, every inch of skin screaming with primal desire.
Thump thump thump thump...
In his chest, his heart was already beating as one, the last shred of rationality burned to ashes.
The hand gripping her wrist suddenly tightened. Xicheng tried to stand, but before he could straighten up, he staggered and fell back onto the sofa, pulling the girl down with him as she collapsed onto his body.
She braced herself on the backrest of the sofa, attempting to rise, but the man's arm was already wrapping around her waist.
Her body fell again, pressing onto his, as her forehead collided with the tip of his nose.
"Gai Han!"
