When Li Yun turned his head and saw a belt—clearly a man's—lying nearby, the emotions he'd been suppressing erupted like a volcano, no longer possible to contain.
In that instant, Li Yun bent down once more, his head low. As if in punishment, as if for release, and as if through gritted teeth, he captured her red lips, his tongue probing inside, stirring up a tempest.
Perhaps it was because this kiss was even more fierce than the last, or perhaps because Li Yun's oppressive presence was too overwhelming, but Ming Lingyi finally awoke from her dream of being pounced on by a savage beast.
The moment she opened her eyes, she froze.
The instant she saw the dark figure before her, Ming Lingyi wanted to scream.
She didn't have vision as sharp as Li Yun's; he could see the person before him with perfect clarity, even in the dead of night.
Especially since she had just woken from a deep sleep, how could her reactions be so quick?
