Blame it on the enchanting night and the perfect atmosphere.
Even the moonlight was obscured. Though the air conditioner blew a cool breeze, Qiao An felt the room was getting hot. The only sounds were the RUSTLE of fabric and their tangled movements, and their heartbeats were almost deafening.
Just as Qiao An was trying to hold her breath, a soft chuckle echoed in her ear.
"Breathe. Don't hold it..."
That incredibly intimate chuckle echoed huskily in her ear, the resonance from his chest making Qiao An dizzy.
Gasping for air, a strange flush crept up her cheeks.
Mu Zimo pulled her tightly into his arms and nuzzled her neck, sniffing her like a big, affectionate dog begging for attention. His hot breath tickled, sparking suggestive thoughts.
