Feeling his fingers through the fabric, Luo Xiaoqian almost couldn't stand upright.
His passion was just like in her dream, domineering and searing hot.
She instinctively stepped back, her waist bumping right into the piano behind her, but Leng Zimo closed in on her again. Now that she had something to lean on, his palm grew even bolder, moving from behind her, sweeping past her side waist, and all the way up.
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Kissed like this, completely shrouded in his breath, Luo Xiaoqian could no longer think. Her whole body went limp, without a trace of strength. Her fingers slipped from his shirt, fell onto the strings, and pressed out a sudden, jarring note.
The sound came so abruptly it startled them both.
Leng Zimo snapped back to himself and finally noticed how out of control he'd been.
He'd only meant to give her a passionate kiss, to see if it would help with her memory, but…
What the hell had he done?!
