Lu Jinchen froze for a moment at her words. Then, a slow smirk curved his lips. Without pulling away, he leaned in, brushing his lips against hers again.
"Who cares?" he murmured against her mouth.
Before Xia Yuqing could protest again, his hand slid down her body, trailing fire across her skin. His fingers slipped between her thighs, finding her soaked core. She gasped, instinctively trying to pull away, but his teeth gently bit down on her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.
"You're excited, Yuqing," he whispered darkly, his voice a mix of amusement and desire. "The idea of me fucking you on the terrace… it turns you on, doesn't it?"
A blush crept up on her cheeks. "Stop…" she said weakly, pushing at his chest, but there was no force behind it. Her body betrayed her—already trembling, already melting.
