"You, how could you… ah…" she gasped.
Her body arched high, taut as a bow, even her toes curled up.
She looked at him in disbelief. Had something upset him? Why would he do this?
It was because his head was buried in the crook of her neck while his large hand slowly made its way down, covering her lifeline.
His long, pale, piano-playing fingers, at this moment, were like playing a melody, touching her gently yet firmly.
He was always gentle, but never like this, so incredibly... exhilarating and deadly, hovering between life and death, swirling between heaven and hell!
But the point was, this was Yu Zexiao! The obsessively clean Yu Zexiao. Sure, they had their intimate touches usually, but it was the first time his piano-playing hands had touched her like this!
