Qiao Mo took a few seconds to react, retreating slightly, her small face burning as if with a fever of thirty-nine degrees, unable to muster the courage to lift her eyes to meet his gaze.
Yet as she backed away, he advanced further.
Soon, he had her pinned beneath him, his hands propped beside her ears, enclosing her within the cage of his arms.
Qiao Mo's eyelashes fluttered fiercely, each long, distinct lash trembling involuntarily like dandelions scattered by the wind, resembling tiny brushes concealing the restrained brilliance within her eyes.
Looking at the little creature beneath him, with her rosy lips and white teeth, he could only think of her as a budding blossom, ivory and slightly curled, with glistening dewdrops that made him eager to pluck it.
His Adam's apple rolled involuntarily, he was truly somewhat restless.
Originally, he just intended to tease her a little, but unexpectedly, he found himself consumed with desire.
