Qin Mei was like a blooming rose, exuding a captivating allure that could bewitch anyone.
Jie Jingchen desperately tried to hold back, his self-control on the verge of shattering at any moment.
"Jing Si, it's too hot…"
The heat had become her excuse to push him away, but this time, he wouldn't indulge her. He lowered his head and captured her luscious red lips in a kiss. Unlike the gentle tenderness from before, this one was possessive, a release of pent-up desire.
On this sweltering summer day, the temperature in the room climbed as an ambiguous tension filled the air, fermenting uncontrollably.
The next day, Qin Mei woke up from the heat, a duvet cover still draped over her body.
"Jing Si, you bastard! You turned my fan off again." After cursing him, Qin Mei shot up, her body aching all over, and let loose another torrent of curses at Jie Jingchen.
