Nanqiao wrapped her arms around Lingfeng's neck, refusing to let go, while he stepped one leg onto the bed, pressing to the edge, "Let go, I'll get you a glass of water."
She didn't want to. Her hands showed no sign of loosening as she leaned in to kiss his lips recklessly.
Huo Jingting's gaze sharpened towards her, his eyes signaling her not to provoke him.
But Nanqiao ignored his warning completely, her lips trailed down from his neck.
When her lips reached his chest, Huo Jingting could no longer endure, abruptly pulling her into his arms and kissing her back.
Their clothes, one by one, were tossed to the floor, tangled in disarray.
The night was as dark as ink, the thickness undissolvable.
The atmosphere inside, however, was filled with the beauty of early spring.
On the nightstand, there was an open box of condoms. He disliked using them, had bought and used one only once before throwing it aside.
