The cold counter surface brought waves of chill through the thin fabric, while the man's body heat in front of her was astonishingly hot.
Immediately, her body was pressed against the hallway cabinet.
The air seemed to ignite, and the temperature soared.
"Well..." Lin Muxue's voice was trembling, "I drank a lot of drinks tonight, and just had champagne, I need to go to the bathroom."
"No need." Tang Song's gaze was playful, his fingers caressed her waistline, "Isn't this better?"
Then Tang Song leaned close to her ear and whispered softly.
Lin Muxue's cheeks instantly flushed crimson, her long eyelashes kept trembling.
The night deepened, outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the lights of Yan City blurred into a sea of mysterious light.
Long after, Lin Muxue dialed the beautician far away in Lu Province.
She began to exchange feelings over the phone.
...
In the Imperial City's night, fine rain drizzled, and the moist air carried a hint of chill.
