Bei Sangyun pulled him closer. Fei Chuan almost lost his balance, but he caught himself just in time, bracing his arms on either side of her to avoid collapsing on top of her. The tips of their noses touched, their breaths mingling—fresh and minty in the quiet room.
"Sleep with me then. You don't have to be sneaky. This bed is big, you know."
"I can't... I promised Grandma Bei." Fei Chuan could feel her warm breath. He smelled the light scent of her shampoo. Her soft, warm body beneath him made his heart pound, and heat surged downward, pooling in his groin. The redness on his ears crept from his neck to his face. His breath grew heavy.
Bei Sangyun, so close to him, immediately noticed the rising heat in his body and the flush on his cheeks. She glanced down—and saw the tent forming beneath his pants.
For a moment, it felt like his heat had transferred to her. Her own cheeks flushed, and her eyes glinted with a mix of mischief and desire.
