Xu Cong was terrified, forgetting to push Gong Xuanzhi away.
His back stiffened, and his breathing stopped.
Gong Xuanzhi's hand, as if electrified, ignited fires all over her body.
"Kiss me."
Her enchanting voice rang by Xu Cong's ear; he dared not move, his eyes wide open, his neck slowly reddening, his breathing becoming abnormally rapid.
Gong Xuanzhi's body was soft, her skin fair. Her slender and soft fingers reached around from behind, skillfully unbuttoning his shirt.
He dared not move, so she forcefully and dominantly pulled him to face her.
Her long arms, like vines, entwined around his neck, and her sensual yet melancholic face was now exposed before Xu Cong.
She stared at him, silent, her eyes hiding too much.
Xu Cong locked eyes with her, his Adam's apple trembling several times.
She was beautiful, breathtakingly so.
Especially those eyes, captivatingly so.
He stared relentlessly into those eyes, as if drawn into a bottomless lake.