Chu Yan held her tightly, his warm breath spraying on the nape of her neck, his grip growing ever stronger, causing Qin Zhao to involuntarily catch her breath, her heartbeat inexplicably quickening.
Time seemed to slow to a crawl, as if a century had passed.
Finally, he buried his head in the nape of her neck, greedily inhaling her scent, and kissed her neck with great restraint, just once.
A chill ran down her back, and Chu Yan suddenly released her.
In the darkness, he silently walked towards the bathroom.
Hearing the sound of rushing water, Qin Zhao slowly blinked.
Had he really held himself back?
In the past, his unrestraint with her was driven by a possessive love. But now, that intense love could also transform into an incredibly strong self-control, all to avoid hurting her.
Chu Yan took a cold shower, lingering in the bathroom for quite a while.
The moment he emerged, he thought he had calmed down.
