The warm touch sent a jolt through Li Zhi, and she instinctively tilted her head back, exposing the vulnerable curve of her neck.
The moment his soft lips pressed against her skin, it was like lava dripping onto ice—a scorching sensation that made the blood roar in her veins.
"Ngh—!"
A short whimper escaped her throat.
Her body tensed uncontrollably, and her waist, held firmly by Shen Yuan, trembled in his palm.
Her fingertips dug into the sweater at his lower back, nearly tearing the fabric.
The spot on her neck where he kissed her felt searingly hot and tingly, sending fine, electric tremors through her.
Shyness washed over her, making her ears burn and ring.
"…Selaan…"
The last syllable was breathy, her voice cracking.
Li Zhi wanted desperately to push Shen Yuan away, but she had no strength in her arms.
