Master, You Have Superb Kissing Skills

"What are you thinking?" In his eyes, there was a dark glow, dangerous yet passionate. His amber eyes reflected her fumbling and lost self, and Shen Qianshu's heartbeat was palpitating uncontrollably. Such an intimate and close action was so familiar, yet his dominance as he tried to enter her world was rather invasive.

He was like an incurable disease. Wherever he was, there was no sign on the living. This disease was spreading to her heart, and there was no treatment available. That was where he could forcefully stick his flag to claim the territory.

"Thinking about you," Shen Qianshu said.

She hit the right spot. She knew his lust and thinking, so she always knew how to calm him down from his frustrating emotions.

"What did you say?" In his eyes, the anxiety and frost disappeared. He was shocked.