Her restless pulse throbbed beneath his fingertips.
Song Sinian pulled her even tighter.
Her already unbalanced body leaned entirely into his embrace, tightly without a sliver of space.
Through the thin fabric, Lu Zhaozhao could feel his burning skin and his heavy, powerful heartbeat.
"Thud, thud..."
Each beat hammered against her chest, making her whole body slightly dizzy.
Her heart, as if influenced, collapsed uncontrollably from somewhere at its apex.
Until all her strength, like her blood, flowed from deep within her heart to her limbs, eventually softening into a heap.
Her heartbeat was so fast that she could hardly bear it, her breaths sticky and intertwining, torturous and eroding.
Lu Zhaozhao soon collapsed in Song Sinian's arms from exhaustion, letting his big hands circle around her, allowing her to dangle limply against him.
Suddenly, she felt a chill on her back and realized what Song Sinian had done.