Time rewound to last night.
Ji Ziling withstood Mu Qian's bodily strength, her arms tightly wrapped around his neck; she didn't want him to see her face.
Mu Qian had intended to kiss her, but she clung to him tightly, and his urgent bodily desires made him abandon the impulse to kiss her, planting kisses on her neck instead, one by one softly trailing from behind her ear to her collarbone.
His ragged and hurried breathing sounded in her ear, his cool, moist kisses tenderly landing on her body. She bit her lip nervously, trying to prevent any sounds from escaping her throat, her face flushing red, her hands grasping his clothes tightly.
This side of Mu Qian fascinated Ji Ziling; he had always been cold and distant, but this was the first time she had skin-to-skin contact with him. He, too, like any ordinary man, had desires and such a tender, entangling side.
