"I want you!"
He said in her ear, his voice soft yet domineering, leaving no room for refusal.
Impatient to take her upstairs, lacking the patience to unbutton her clothes one by one, he raised his hand to grab her spring outfit and forcefully yanked it.
Bam!
The crystal buttons flew off, one bouncing on the floor, hopping a few times before rolling under the sofa, another landing on the coffee table, eliciting a crisp sound.
But he did not hear it, nor did she.
In their ears, only their own and each other's heartbeats and breaths could be heard, heartbeats so intense, breaths so heavy and urgent.
Leng Zimo carefully laid her flat on the sofa, his fingers ready to pull away her final restraint.
On the floor, the phone within the coat he had thrown aside abruptly buzzed.
Leng Zimo ignored it, lightly exerting his strength, about to pull off her small garment.
At the sound of the phone, Luo Xiaoqian suddenly snapped back to reality.
Oh, God!
What was she doing?!
