Shen Yuan's scorching gaze was locked tightly on the figure beneath him, taking in her subtle trembling and nearly-broken whimpers.
The instinct that had just seized him—a torrent of impulse and fierce possessiveness—now softened ever so slightly in the face of her panicked gaze.
The young man's scalding breath swept across Li Zhi's flushed cheeks, carrying a low, almost coaxing huskiness that grated against her fragile nerves.
"Li Zhi…"
Shen Yuan's Adam's apple bobbed heavily. He shifted the arm braced beside Li Zhi's ear, propping himself up to take some of his weight off her and allowing her a small gasp of air.
But his deep-set eyes never strayed, remaining locked on hers, the light within them flickering ardently.
He slowly leaned down, his warm lips nearly grazing Li Zhi's sensitive earlobe. He lowered his voice even further, a note of undeniable insistence carried clearly into her ear.
"Zhizhi…"
"How about… just one kiss?"
